CXXV: A world of silent souls and stopped-up ears

So many souls, so many souls are mute.

The deafened caucus of the world is loud.

And who here wins? Who does their silence suit?

Who benefits from all these stories cowed?

I’ve never known a life that wasn’t great.

Some quiet, some robust, but all sublime.

Still, most allow biographies to wait;

and wait they do, until they’re lost to time.

But hopefully it’s true, what legends say:

that those unknown are known to those above.

That silent souls write words another way,

that every soul is heard by those who love.

So if it’s love that hears what most cannot,

then let us not, with stopped-up ears, be caught.