Honour silence. Hallow the stillness
Of wombs, holy fertility.
Of one thought seeded bore the Creation.
Hatched; ripened; formed perfectly.
Who would throw in it, hard-heartedly
A remark, or a rudeness toss
Draws from the outer darkness ill tides
Of Pandemonium, across.
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