Our Number

I wonder, I wonder

If in the depths of our slumber,

We ever dream to cease our ceaseless number.

Perhaps our questions are naught but answers,

Perhaps answers are naught but questions,

Our pride is pricked and bloodied by words unsaid,

For I ceaselessly wonder,

Am I among the masses of silent number?

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