Thursday, 27 September 2012


silence falls like a curtain,
a sheet of soundless rain, all at once, while
people are not looking they are struck suddenly dumb
by anti-noise, by a lack of clamour
today is not a festival day,
nor is it a day of sorrow. silence is a time neither for rest
nor for learning. and though from silence we are forever
turning, in circles we walk, and so our journey
ends where it began: silent we begin,
silent we end, though it is not with silence
that we mend these tears.

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