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The symposium lay still
Life before it had exhaled
Capturing tranquillity
In its final gasp
There were no speakers
No magical spoken
or written words
Quiet thoughts,
Different days ,
took their side
Crumpled bits
of paper lay
strewn about
Only their author
knew their content
Blood soaked,
the empty cartridge
Not finding the words
Insane and pain
had rained havic
on the mind
Others had wondered
about this person
Their thoughts were fleeting
Chalking it up to
words of ought have beens
Somehow,
Days had led to now
Time had placed the shadows
Sins defined the outcome
the moment,
this instant,
Where all was now still.
Quiet had rained
encored the refrain
And the listening
to the purists and ones
with all the answers,
had only...just begun
Did you know him?
