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Apr 2019
Silence. At some point,
Where voices overlap to form white noise
Everything is silence
Sound is what you want to hear
Everything else silent noise

The sheer volume of sensations we’ve gotten so used to
That we ignore, as if they were never there
Because relevance is temporal
Except for time
Infinitely relevant
The most merciless constant

Light moves at its speed
And I move at the speed of time
And speed is my patient killer
Written by
David Berger
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