Day 244: Silence
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when silence is deafening
you cannot hear beyond it:
those echoed pleas,
reverberating seas,
sloshing forever in your mind.
there’s a pressure in the air
that forebodes –
it begs to explode –
but nothing,
nothing comes.
it’s blue sky without birdsong.
it’s black sky without star.
it’s tide without shore,
it’s ship with no moor.
speak,
please,
speak, your heart,
loose your beautiful, treacherous truths,
but silent, remain here no longer,
for in solitude we rue.
and there is no life in that.
there is a chorus
to which we belong.
we can sing.
we can sing.
if you would but just
open your eyes,
take in the air,
widen your mouth,
and…
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