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[crown_of_lies]

in search of a crescendo,
rushing rolling crashing
down upon me like a
serenade lost in this symphony.
there is a rise,
and then,
this silence is deafening
it will always be quiet here.
amidst the noise.
this time though it'll be
different and comfortable
and not at all confrontational
it'll be easy and smooth
without the build up
and none of the waves of sound.
most days they say to give up.
and i ignore them all
in search of a more true
relaxing tone and pitch.
this time though,
i think i may listen closer.