silence
the length of silence is deceiving
its depth unfathomable
a deaf wind outside a rumour
trees dripping into a pool
the mere breath of a breeze
unwinds the telomere of time
to raise one’s eyes
up and down on repeating breaths
again silence is not a thought
but an absence
the present time is as illusive
as silence is a sentence
of just one word
is
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