In frigid stone corridors echo silence.
Cease wearisome words, shut up blind men:
All is known by stillness. Calculate;
To understand only wait fully. Concentrate;
Through man’s crypt of eons march in hush. Meditate;
In communion consecrate each hallowed moment;
Let this erring orb remember its neighbors. To the speaker
Silence is folly.
(July 21, 1975)
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