Stepping into it and
embracing it's wit.
Its a familiar character I remember..
Not just a memory but a heart render.
Faceless, not at all.
Bodiless, no..
But Its the sound I can't recall.
No rhythm, no beat.
What i hear is still and all too neat.
Its big, consumes the place where I exist.
It's a place where sound is missed.
...
A phase of silence..
A song of mute..
No musical guidance...
No symphony roots.
It projects in my mind so I don't speak.
I only stay still to entertain this leak...
of silence.
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