Listen Between the Lines

Do we listen between the lines
Or are we slaves
To logic
Addicted
Compulsively
To technicalities

Can we share the simple wonder
Of silence
Or must we abide this clatter -
These clumsy approximations
Of living thought -
Words - brittle words

Is there no balm
In Gilead
For ears that have dulled
For hurried hearts -
Staccato
And cold

Is there no cure
For pallid rhymes
Barren of meaning
Like the stale hush
Of late-morning
When the dew is gone

Do we listen between the lines
Or are we slaves
Numb as death
Afraid to argue
Afraid to agree
Dreaming that we're awake

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