Hive Mind: Twice Silent I

And,

     The world becomes smaller, A piano's delicate comet vision suggestions remaining in the utter silence, Leaving every restless cobbled bone aching for hope beyond the lonesome inaudible sounds of the naked unresponsive night, That only the unendearing share: As one unforced cancerous error hidden as unmentionable human voices, Residing inside unfolding drops of tears echoing the restlessness of generations democratic scientifically reduced to pacifism formulating in clouds as endless unspoken pain, hiding as whisperings beyond words from the indignant sight of being renowned for nothing more than a circulated unvernacular response: The great weapon of willing stairs undisturbed as overbearing silence.

In lieu of formidable weaponry,
Used upon the peasantry..