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Dirge

To be seated at the climax
of life's musical
but deaf and blind
not to realise the occurrence
is the finale of the crescendo
of circumstances so dear;
is this not where we all are?

What is life, but a pretty-sounding
often avant-garde and scary
piece of music?

and what are we but deaf revellers
in the universal theatre
planted like clueless flowers
in the midst of everything?

and so I sat,
a fixture
watching
observing
but not hearing, feeling
as life
my life
hit its highest notes
and thundered down
down
down
down
and crashed like a cymbal
sound resonating through the core of my being
and yet still no sound registered.

It was only
when the music ended
that I heard the silence
true silence
and the pain
of true silence
is deathly.
JamieCummins
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