Venkata Majeti (Aurora, Illinois)
At first, there was absolute silence.
And at least, there was absolute silence.
In between, it's a(n)
Emotional silence, that'd kill with bare hands
Attentive silence, absorbed in the environment
Thoughtful silence, wallowing and preparing
Embezzled silence, bored in self indulgence
Quiet silence, uncomfortable and unwanted
Subdued silence, waiting in the wings
Meditative silence, which can move heaven and earth
Dogmatic silence, enough said about it
Comforting silence, no words could describe it
In this communicative silence,
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