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IX.
Words so long silent
We no longer speak them
Lie chiseled in stone awaiting
Discovery by some mute quarryman
Ancient glyphs seek voice again
Call out as from a dream where
Sounds remain unintelligible
A mental genome reduced to babble
Phonemes rehearse themselves in vacuum
Silent speech for the dead
Whisper a song without words
Will be your only requiem
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