The silent whisper
A soundless shout
A book, each page afilled
But from which each page

since torn

out


An empty thought
of unthinking brain
Hear wash of speech

with no
idea what

about



A snatch of light
a stapled vision
yet a mockery
of the reality

it reckons to retain


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The silent whisper
A soundless shout
A book, each page afilled
But from which each page

since torn

out


An empty thought
of unthinking brain
Hear wash of speech

with no
idea what

about



A snatch of light
a stapled vision
yet a mockery
of the reality

it reckons to retain


A day's description
stacked and grown
A record of a life?


Yet the body
is preserved
by these thoughts alone

At the body's end
so too
into death

must go the brain

All that we are
must cease
at final breath


Leaving nothing but a stain