An orb that absorbs
The sound all around...
The sounds of the day...
The birds, the cars, people...
The rumbling and mumbling...
All oppressed and stressed,
All compact in an act
Of pure closure of the sound...
The screeching echoes unheard
From reflections of the present,
Inhaling no air whatsoever...
Silence is a strength,
A valued virtue,
A treasured ally,
Yet a deadly weapon,
A pure shield...
A dome, a world, a haven
An orb of serene void
That slaughters the living...
The ethereal sign of life
Remaining sealed inside...
The orb that absorbs
The sound all around...
神龍、13日7月2013年
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