The Unspoken
It is the vision of design
Which exists before action -
Where shards to cut meet
The insane spiderweb -
And through each line,
Of either sight or silence,
Lies a corrupted memory -
Within a room -
Surrounded by light -
Blinded in its puzzle -
And lost in its understanding
That it remains acknowledged
For every future day - -
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