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Dissonance

Revere, this blessed silence,

For I shall slip into your thoughts

once again, but this time,

without a face or voice.

Contemplate the cause,

For every bone

tickles a question

when the sky is this dark,

‘A pang of heart’ was a fool’s discovery,

For he ignores every vision that might be real,

For him the water is still full of air,

and the air still full of hope.

Before the drowning begins with his foolish steps, the dissonance muffles down slowly, choking the sweet breath, as promised

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