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Works by Nicholas Malinowsky 

Silent murmurs swoon in the chaffing wind

Distressed by the cries of inconceivable voices

That bark  the premise of a reality presented to

To their ears

  Forced to submerge their notions which were

Erected on a desire to be heard,

 in a mass

of wounded sounds and sights.

  No reasons for this spectacle have concurred

These constructed notions.

  They simply are.

  So, driven away with no inclination

To protest they silently murmur.

  In hope of some recognition

In light of some revelation

  In spite of more degradation

  They murmur and wait .

  Anticipating .

  Something.

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