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The silence of the long unspeaking,
and the silence of the twilight trees;

the silence that is now a stump
and was once a living limb—

It's taken many years but here I am
as life begins to fold toward more

and more silence. I don't mean
that there's no more bright noise

in the world; and stubborn noise, and
sputtering. Only that even the raucous

questions have learned to repeat
themselves in a quieter key.

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