I sat and pondered where the power to my mind was coming from
surging power that had awoken me early before daybreak
I stood at the window winding up like a machine
waiting for the day farewelling the dream
I opened the door and looked over the city from my balcony
All the hope the in heart mixed with those strange ambitions
The ones which would invade my night's visions
First light screamed from the horizon
I asked the universe out loud where does this power come from
It responded with the muted definition of the word silence
The enemy is noise and sound in violence
Hushed focus is power epitomized
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