This Is Not A Title

One of many poems that i've written at some point in my crippling boredom. Enjoy or don't.

Never ask something from the environment

let the environment ask you things:

let it awe you and make you wonder

because, if once you've stopped to think, just once,

you'll know

that the language of life is silent.

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We let life give us speech

to answer her questions

to stop her from bringing all our souls asunder

and to avoid making her turn us,

from the throes of our silent loneliness,

into killers of love, peace, and freedom.

Now, don't wait for the answer:

make it yourself.