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punctual silence. 18.1.09 |

oh, omnipresence.

stacks and stacks of
books
brimming with words;
ones I don't know;
ones with no meaning.
conversation and
debate
with vitriol and emphatic
buzzing words.
volleying newspapers,
arguing politics.

but punctuating the
words, letters, characters, ink
breaking the partisans
and drowning their speeches
crowding thought
and action and time
stands silence.

oh, omnipresence.
the silence will be
living, breathing, suckling,
growing
until infinity comes
until judgment day
when silence's scepter
will damn god,
damn him to the
fallibility of thought.