The humming of the fan
Sleeping in silence
is a frightening idea
If the closest taste to death
is when the eyes shut at night
then complete silence
is the pulling of the trigger
Leave the fan on, mother
leave the television on, brother
Allow the dogs to bark
and the sirens to cry
let me hear these signs of life
before my mind
begins on unconscious roads
Sleeping in silence
is already being dead
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