silent night

empty vessels make the most noise
so we sprawl over silence
hoping wise men might find us
and see chaos in our peace and quiet

we become dumb again,
knowing only fools speak,
and that wisdom does not walk among us.

i hope my words are simple enough,
for even the most foolish of me –

words are never what they’re cut out to be.

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