Silence

How strange that when you turn off the world

That you can hear things that you could not before

Some that you wish you didn’t

How romantic and often tragic discovery can become

To come of age and gird the weight of knowing

But have no touchable proof to offer

To swallow silence and bite down on forgiveness

How haunting becomes the sage and sword

That cut and offer healing

Where spirit and altered universe collide

That is where I wake and weave my art

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