| Solitary
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| Are all things which are complete
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| Craving for completeness
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| Other than the words in stone
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| While far above all things god awaits
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| The ultimate alone
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| O solitude, how many have mistaken
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| Thy name for sorrow’s, or for death’s, or fear’s
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| Only thy children lie at night and waken
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| How shouldst thou speak
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| And say that no man hears?
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| I shall speak in tongues of serpent silence
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| O soul of tears
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| For never hath fallen as dew thy word
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| Nor is thy shape showed
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| Nor as wisdom’s heard
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| Supreme in slf-contentment
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| Sole spirit
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| Gyring in its own llipse
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| Singing songs of serpent silence
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| While snakes devour time and tail
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| As act of great defiance
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| They speak words I used to speak
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| When I was in silence
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| They hear voices I used to hear when I was deaf
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| They see worlds I used to see when I was blinded
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| Silence speaks for itself, with stones
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| Creating wounds that shall not heal
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| No anguish left to feel
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| Learning to forget wherefore
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| No use of speaking anymore
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| For the world turns without sound
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| Though nothing is stranger to men than silence
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| Even as a star became the soul
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| Of silence most profound
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| Singing songs of serpent silence
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| Even as a star became the soul
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| Of silence most profound
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| It was absolute
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| No voice, no song might pierce or penetrate
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| That enviable universal state
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| The sun and moon beheld, stood still
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| Forging numinous instant under will
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| As we were sailing out of equilibrium
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| On a spiritual ocean without end
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| Into the eyes of a thousand storms
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| The wheel of desperation
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| That never stops turning
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| We will never reach heaven
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| So I teared god apart within me
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| And we may never see the sun again
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| But staring into the abyss with pride
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| Praising silence as the last remaining joy
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| Still waters run deep |