In the midst of the absent sound
There is a silence so profound
Where the heart can beat
In the orchestra of the soul
And not be questioned
For the emptiness it stole
A thief of openness
A lust for solitude
A freedom to caress
A thirst for the crude
There is a wholeness in the void
That only the heart can convey
The lapse between its beats
Is not a place of nothingness
Rather, it veils a sonically still
Struggle to digress
From what was once the energy
Of your core
To what is now
The destruction in every pore
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