A Scene
Night's exploding silence
Abets the heaving weight,
There's a knife overhead,
A rope under the sink.
Unexplainable, pristine,
Insects are on the floor
As an airplane passes by
And silence consumes it too.
Thought is faster than words
Love is not seen in silence
A mice is gnawing the wall to create a hole,
And silence consumes it too.
The artificial wind
Gives breath to the cobwebs,
Silence must find stillness,
In this burning house..
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