When the world goes still,
Each and every voice blares.
All the moans, the cries, the shrill,
Buried by modern confessional and prayers.
I closed my eyes in the forbidden hour,
Listening through the concrete and steel,
And never before that I feel,
The world is unbearably loud.
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