Silence, for we sleep
The grave rest of the almost dead,
The silence coming from acute hearing,
And the freezing of acting,
The silence encouraging
the redemption of the guilty of doing nothing.

The silence required
To maintain trains on rails,
Strings *******,
Rollers rolling.

This silence of a profound trance
In a quiet city,
Revealing in its sobriety,
Repealing in its exclusivity.
The silence of the order,
The silence of the steadiness.

Silence, for we continue the journey
With different names and disguises.
Productivity has other names,
Other faces, other friends,
But, nevertheless, quiet.
All of them.

Silence is our synopsis.
Yet, every word shut
Shouts greater within
The walls of our skin.