Sound is alive and should be so.
Silence say some cause it's all been said.
Quiet has hands that wring with woe.
Graveyards are silent, tell only what's told.
Life is alert for song that's new.
Fresh thought yet abounds past testing the bold.
Strive to attune to now what's true.
- William Malewitz
The soaps can be bandits.
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