Reliable like a bench between oaks
Valiant as lips cast into the river
Losing their sound, lending it away
Torn by water, taking the present
With a cry, away, away, away;
Making room for translucid words
That will join other unhappy stones
Until the din has dried up,
Securing a long-lasting silence
Before a cry breaks it, sensitive
Like a earless shell.
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