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Four

Noise swirls
like tangible coils,
    floating
    flying
    flipping
    falling
Coming to rest in
numbed ears.

It is silence that is
different
    soft
    supple
    sweet
    still
Perking conscious
recognition of nonconformity

People spend their days
in busy, humming routines
    Rush
    Run
    Race
    Revive
Conditioned to ignore that
which should give pause.

In a society where norms have shifted
and we no longer care.

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