In a silent night,
when moon is at the zenith
silence biting from all sides,
sleep,
or break the silence with mind,
make coffee,
or see the ghost, that
mosquito of silence lays and breeds
egg and larvae of silence,
heap upon heap,
layer upon layer,
In the citys dith and din
when sun is at the zenith
seek silence and drink the potion thereof.
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