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"... brevity is the soul of wit ..."
- William Shakespeare

Simon Perchik

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No more than a clink, impatient
would surprise you though this wall
is used to stones that gather

where a tower should be
what you dead heard was the cry
when another grave is born

and some three billion year old rock
makes a sound, has the faint voice
that left you to hollow out the Earth

the way all bells are made
from what it's like to grieve
for so long and in silence.