The Vim of Discordant Roar

At times, the tumultuous is comfort
It’s all a swish and flurry of everything
An unwitting game, of sorts
A cacophonous symphony wherein we sing

But there is a sonorous silence
That enlivens and invigorates
A regard and a reverence
That equally sates

And I can’t seem to decide
Which appeals to me more
A place for stillness to reside
Or the vim of discordant roar





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