let us speak now,
or forever hold our piece
(that's right, you know the peace i mean.)
a soundtrack to our lives could replay
all of the words that should have
would have
could have
been
but instead
white noise fills the gap between
crickets clicking away at the closest moon
that hangs its light
just so shadows can be born
would
have
could have
(to have and to hold to have and to have not)
would have
could have
have their own ring
their own way of becoming audible
to the composer, the only member
of the audience
< hold >
so many songs are sung about silence
none of them come close to mimicking its echo
< let it reverberate >
Hold. perhaps the only word
worthy of capitalization
when standing alone.
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