Draw a line
On a concrete wall, and
See to it, how
It transcends, through
Tangible thoughts
It peels silence
Substantial enough
To surrogate
A standby
And defend
Word by word, that
Being human, is
Not, deputy
To thy tacit words
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A short yet gentle promenade through the mysteries of existence.
So much thanks dear Sir Louis Kasatkin.