into silence,
echoes creep into focus, old faces appear; seams come apart, never knew such heights,
listening to silence.
early into essence,
substance spilling, never meant disruption. when it comes, we interpret, it
takes several persons to conclude.
silence
disappears. where has she gone? myriad sounds take center stage.
boundless depth—irony
speaking cadence—rhythms inside.
to evince
sunlight, under measures, is a miracle. one might rethread innocence, tugging
at himself, he might become his greatest parts:
to smell her eyes,
to hear her voice, to sprinkle into her ears. hearted ceremony, a private den,
a sublime covenant.
silence would
return, ever disappearing, skies carry sound cards.
surreal seconds,
noisy atmosphere, sudden occurrence; by an internal tempo, one with its
universe, to appear to self.
deepest regions—sacred
satire, more opposite reception; inward urgency, outward countenance, something
remains indistinct.
certainly, most
know sabotage—self in tension, mind at concerns.
life as an
anthology, an autobiography, a long narration—with silence visiting from time
to time.
can’t possess
silence, can’t monopolize her, she is free essence.
