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Silence,

how much noise does the silence!
It 's the land where the buzz of the soul


rooted and growing voice of thought.

Nothing is more deafening silence of the night, while
eyelids swell to sleep, drop away
drops
and, in the background, ticking of clocks
abandoned
hum of red lights
speak softly, in standby. Everything seems


property and indeed the whole dance,
no way to stop the music and you almost regret

the city and its clashing sounds

never so acute as the voice of the soul.

you can not ignore, you can only listen

and stop trying to silence and stop
choke;
drip

continuously scans the times you mention.

You can not rest, then try to feel

only do so silent.

Eva