Perhaps their silence is a good thing,
if Ogden Nash is to be believed,
for who of us could appreciate
an unvaried song?
Our songs never change, either:
blaming others; shaming ourselves.
To paraphrase the Priest Mansei:
our unspectacular existence
is no more solid than
the vapour trail I saw just now,
vanishing across the lonely sky,
the only reason I could think of for its blueness.
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