Silence roar inside these-walls-
cement and strong and tall.
The noise I fear betrays me true
to what I ne'er need call:
onetwo onetwo the foul sleeps
while I here stand Alone:
The oozing bricks the gibbering self
Silence still, --proceed sans cone--
soothing yet: he seems so full
the waves roll fro and to
close door open window
allow the flowers fall, Daughter do.
Such were some of the parts, now bring them together.
Emerge as an empty space, no hue no hue
then Score the canvas with nervous running lines
modelling my colors, purple gold blue.
to Want and Want and not to Have
there must have been a Shadow though;
what a power was in the Human Soul!
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