The sound of.........................silence.
The sound of silence. What a wonderful internal contradiction.
Maybe at some internal subconscious level you realized that and it inspired this good poem.
That a pandemic is as silent a thing as there is.
When it infects, it does so in -- silence. When it spreads -- silence. When its invader microbes blow through the air, land on a surface, or enter into a body, they do so in -- silence.
"and can only ask that you seek
and listen to what it says."
So let us listen hard, and maybe it has a voice after all, and we will hear what that voice has to say. Maybe it will tell us something that we can use to kill it.
Another good one, Andrew.
Silence is the theme of the month ...
as always, I love your insights.