As languidly my feet plod home, <br />My thoughts the universe o'er-roam; <br />The silent stillness still inspires <br />A muteness of Cimmerian choirs <br />That dumbly sing but sound no note — <br />Hush that by sound shall not be smote — <br />Until one voice, damn'd to despair, <br />Destructively shall rend the air. <br /> <br />(Saturday,15th October,2005.)<br /><br />David Mitchell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-dark-poem/
