Quatrain of Noise Profanation
Noise Pollution - great sound
Thy ear, filling with liquid
waves baring down past
eyes without sight,
The world is alive with
energy lucidly transformed
from day into night,
The absence of miracles,
the need of being totally
alone to pray,
When silence scurries to
earn noise profanation
as night becomes day.
Yorktown Disciple
1995
Order # 1439
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