It becomes silent abrupt, all known ere sunk,
Steeped in the ways, surely made a closer look,
Mine eyes that wander through the cages of my body
Seek to liberate my senses at the cost of my sight,
That falls on the floor my falling conscience weep,
Thus weep, for nothing in the world can comfort silence
Upon which we shake the tremors that cry our name once,
Then whisper it again as we fall into the foray alack;
Brews again another laugh with his mates then sinks again,
So that once it’s dark and all enclosed thus I be whole again.

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