so the bell sounds
a cracking of the silence resignation through the rolling waves of green grass
a piercing of the ear which makes the drum swiftly pound
pouring forth it losses mass
I saw not the effects of this bell
but some things are meant to be experienced by other senses
and since my eyes can be fooled by fraudulent sells
I trust in the unused lenses of my psyche
the air is stilled
freed from the twitters and chirps of the wrens and robins
the waves of grass lie in frozen blobs
for the air is stilled no life no thrill
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