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Oct 2013
silent symphony
no sense to vie

ants at industry
weave their entrancing working-sounds
in a world of giants

crunch, crunch.. on the gravel
our boots, swift
as walking to the chapel
some never quite
make it..



I'm an insect
who belongs not in
this world of giants


S T - 24 oction-roxion
imagine one can hear the supposed-silent world of smaller creatures on this blue dot.. (not) of ours

what could they be saying.. that we cannot hear nor understand
deep whale-sounds ..



sub: close(r)

month draws to a close..
and so, with it..
every moment closer.. closer
ever.. closer
st64
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