There is no question
Anymore even where
Once there were two,
Three, four, even more.
Resounding fathomless
Space time returning to
Itself prescient, unaltered.
Silence, in its knowing,
Visits without visiting
Sings without singing
Arrives without arriving.
After Where Life Resounds by Dag Hammarskjold

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