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the sound of rain falls, as if it silences

a vast and endless stretch of time.

existence. how long has it endured?

long enough that even words have found their sound.

the edges of time, severed and scattered,

blur, overlap, and spiral in endless cycles –

the noise of words and

the noise of sound,

repetitive, unyielding,

churning into the heart of silence.

tick-tack. tick-tack.

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october 7, 2022