Prompted Poem: Silence

Nothing, at times,

can speak louder than anything else,

for zero, null, the void, forespells

the presence soon-to-be

of something deeply unknown,

or not.

It holds within itself

the potential for the quietus

of quiet,

as well as the means

to simply go on forever.

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Give it some space, sever

yourself from heedless avidity.

Allowed a moment

to admire the divinity

of silence,

any audience will hang

on the edges of their seats,

wondering what will happen

next, and so will you.