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A Voice in the Wilderness

As nightfall does not come at once, neither does oppression. In both instances, there's a twilight where everything remains seemingly unchanged, and it is in such twilight that we must be aware of change in the air, however slight, lest we become unwitting victims of the darkness. -- William O. Douglas

Tuesday, August 15, 2006

Sounds of Silence - Simon & Garfunkle

Hello darkness, my old friend,
I've come to talk with you again,

because a vision softly creeping,

left its seeds while I was sleeping,
and the vision that was planted in my brain
still remains -
within the sound of silence.

In restless dreams I walked alone
narrow streets of cobblestone,
'neath the halo of a street lamp,
I turned my collar to the cold and damp

when my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light
that split the night -

and touched the sound of silence.

And in the naked light I saw
ten thousand people, maybe more.

People talking without speaking -

people hearing without listening -

people writing songs that voices never share
and no one dared
disturb the sound of silence.

"Fools" said I, "You do not know.
Silence like a cancer grows.

Hear my words that I might teach you.

Take my arms that I might reach you."

But my words, like silent raindrops,
and echoed - in the wells of silence

And the people bowed and prayed
to the neon god they made.

And the sign flashed out its warning,

in the words that it was forming.

And the sign said,
"The words of the prophets
are written on the subway walls
and tenement halls" -

and whisper'd in the sounds of silence...

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At Wed Sep 13, 01:05:00 PM MDT, Anonymous Anonymous said...

Great piece of work.


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