Silence cease.
I wish for words
Like jackhammers
To force release,
To bleed the fever
That burns the brain
But I live constraint:
A true believer.
I cultivate silence
But when it settles,
Like cooling metals,
I threaten violence.
I stand on an island
In ebb and flow,
And only waters show
What I have penned.
Is this the end,
When will it begin again?
viewingcamelot 
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