#31

I’m sick of silence.

It never moves.

Stagnant enterprise with unbreachable walls,

and now nothing...

Hopeless and fake, subtly screaming

for the core to stay in place.

 

Then a crash, a tumble, a tear, a break;

all noiseless constants of an inner world,

and terrestrial motions spin spirals

through endless corridors, finalizing

in a nine month marathon.

Silence has never sounded so smooth.

Leafless trees and a moon so full.