I AM QUIET, AND
SILENCE
Absolute dunciad. I knew her
as the heroine she never really was.
Void, void, the ever-dark'ning black.
Silence becomes me now.
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The Carmelites, from their
small mission on the hill, are
praying for things to go right.
They may. They may. But who
will say? This God again, or an
acolyte? Some people, it seems,
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just talk too fast, and assume too much.
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