Silence
It is swift softness
unheard wings
pulling a line
of death
It is sharp lucidity
razor revelation
born where darkness
meets light
It is clawed penance
pressed indifference
formed to mete
sophomoric justice
It is cruel love
held hostage
teeming with battered
words unsaid
We ascribe so much
to something
which is nothing
porous space
defined by absence
In your silence
Is it you
that is absent
Or I?
