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Silent Night


Where would we be without language,

still naked around the fire

 

Trading bones with a grunt or moan,

very little to inspire

 

How could we live without meaning,

every question held at bay

 

Our futures dark, discovery stark,

all knowledge yea or nay

 

In a world without transcendence,

harboring ignorance and fright

 

All answers buried within lost words

—silent in the night

 

(Wayne Pennsylvania: August, 2019)

 

 

 

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