Touch what these thoughts have done to all the other thoughts,
sense what the unseen mind elates through the flavor of these words,
for when those intimations fall silent,
this world pauses at the dawn...
tempests of pain brood beneath thunderous ringing; the pallid wind howling mercilessly upon opened dreams...
until the soul becomes convinced...
that those wretched sounds are words. SMC 2011
sense what the unseen mind elates through the flavor of these words,
for when those intimations fall silent,
this world pauses at the dawn...
tempests of pain brood beneath thunderous ringing; the pallid wind howling mercilessly upon opened dreams...
until the soul becomes convinced...
that those wretched sounds are words. SMC 2011
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