The Silent Symphony of the Unseen

The sun rose darkly in the middle of the night, As the blind man watched with keenest sight. The deaf boy listened to the sound of the void, While the pauper counted the gold he enjoyed.

They stood in a circle, a straight line of ten, The women were children, the boys were all men. With heavy light footsteps, they ran while they sat, And wore their tall shoes where they kept their flat hat.

The Conflict of the Calm

The swords were all wooden, but sharpened like glass, As they marched through the mountains of level green grass. They drew out their pistols and threw them away, To save all the lives that they intended to slay.

• The coward ran forward to retreat from the fray.
• The victor surrendered to win back the day.
• The shouted whispers were heard by the stone,
• As the crowd gathered ’round to be strictly alone.

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The Feast of the Fast

They sat at a table that wasn’t quite there, And feasted on water and inhaled the air. The hunger was sated by eating the plate, Arriving too early by being quite late.

“I’m lying,” he said, as he told only truth, A withered old elder in the prime of his youth. He jumped from the basement to reach for the floor, And locked all the windows to open the door.

The Ending Beginning

The clock struck thirteen at a quarter to nine, As the messy straight rows fell completely in line. The ink was all invisible, written in red, “Long live the memory of those who aren’t dead.”

So they turned to the front as they looked to the rear, And smiled with a sadness that tasted like fear. If you find that you’ve read this and understood all, You’ve climbed up the ladder to suffer the fall.