Silence is as golden

As the tons of thousand-word thoughts

We're withholding

In a box.

Waiting for the perfect time

To relinquish what we jot.

What is it I witness

When I see millions try to achieve

Vocal fitness

Through a siege?

They have numbed their senses blind

Getting by on what they need.

If you writhe within

Senseless wording and such notions

You'll have missed

An endless ocean

Carrying not but a whisper,

Yet tsunamis of emotions.

Take the time you're given

Craft with it a monument to silent sound

That keeps us living

And profound.

With this stunning wordless peace

Understanding may be found.

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