Find the sacred silence and taste it
If you can, look at the light before you make it

Schizophrenic babblings,
Intellectual travelings
have no place in the refuge of the chaste

surrealistic people of a time lived,
a remembered history in rhyme twenty times

they still have more to go
and still this loco poem has more to show

poem with all the meaning of
mime leaning, watching the black and white
of a silent movie on mute.

Shoot the mime and watch him,
Screaming in the sacred silence,
They look on their victim
And see faintly, his last look of intellectual defiance

Remember the silence.
It is currently broken

So the robotics of the many may recommence
The noise begins as a solemn token,
A sign to the loss of the stillness.
May never again he disturb the noise of men!

 
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