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I know your silence is more palpable

Than any chatter here or holy writ,

But when I need an answer I'd prefer it,

As a human, if it chanced to fit

Within the normal range of understanding

Like talking to a friend for wise advice

From somebody I trusted, not demanding

Obedience on the strength of ancient vice.

I realise of course I'm daft to ask it

Given that nobody that I know

Has ever had a peep out of you lately

And problems here on earth just grow and grow.

So why, despite the evidence I fear,

Do I still believe that you are here?

Brian Hick  March 2013

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