the monk
upon the stone
hill
in silence
for decades
neither seeking
or wanting
the sound
of his own
voice, or that
of another.
the wind
is enough,
the birds,
the cry of a
wolf upon
the snow.
and yet to what
gain.
what secret
has he learned
that won't
be told.
upon the stone
hill
in silence
for decades
neither seeking
or wanting
the sound
of his own
voice, or that
of another.
the wind
is enough,
the birds,
the cry of a
wolf upon
the snow.
and yet to what
gain.
what secret
has he learned
that won't
be told.
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