The
voices you no longer hear
Have
gone farther than forgotten
They’ve
grown dim in contrived silence
The
voices you no longer hear glimmer
Deeper
than the treacherous water
Of
drowned eyes at the rim of panic
The
voices you no longer hear
Glisten
in some region of diseased
Bereavement the last day of similes
When
the shrouds of summer mist
Tune
each night like a mute piano
The
voices you no longer hear turn
Smokey
with such indifference taking
Leave
to enter waters of dark stillness
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