Don't you think it's visceral?
This silence that surrounds.
Like a tiny whisper speaking
in the midst of heavy sound.
Don't you find it piercing?
Does it not rattle
through your brain?
An earth shattering reduction,
a shift to move terrains.
Can't you see the silence?
Rippling within,
punctured by the violence,
no longer held within.
Oh, if it's not breaking,
the reality we know.
The foundation is shaking
society, lost it's hold.
This, too, my love
must go.
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