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Sonnet 33
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Sonnet 33 |
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themute Member
since 2006-05-08
Posts 469Maryland 
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What is the silence that ne’er sleeps in men? Flowing, apex of the mount’ to aqueous The remembrance, both stagnant place Where my organs shattered the sacred face I lived for thus, a way, for peace, how plain These two, anew, a wane, where once I grew Go now to the ancient monoliths, pray For the vultures beak is nearing your eye Salvation comes not from your tong but ear So you must listen to the silent ones And watch your eye in the distant corner Be awake and ‘ttentive while you’re living To be not ‘wake, not see the sun shining To be not ‘mate, without sunshine hiding I am the two-toed wanderer |
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