Built on silence everlasting.
Can't find me now.
Away from streams of the world
sleeping on doubt like a whale of sound.
The sound are questions with answers following.
Action makes it all be
but no action can I see
for feeling all the hall is full
and I cannot move.
Something to do.
Run over me my child of grand eyes.
Yours I can see and mine are lonely.
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