There never is a silence that’s complete
As long as there’s a tick from that old clock
Our wish for total silence meets defeat
As every tick is followed by a tock
And if you truly find a way to block
The ticking, as you’re picking what to hear
The humming from that box of frozen block
Will find a way to reach your silenced ear
Perhaps we should embrace each earthly sound
To better understand this precious gift
A power of awareness that surrounds
Our lives with sounds of beauty and of bliss
What better proof that we are not alive –
This perfect silence unto which we strive.

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