Testo Silence

Look at it
Like a golden loom
Weaving
A cloth that floats like silk
Hanging there in bloom
Name it what you will
Name it what you will
There is a silence in this room
It’s making everyone uncomfortable
Hatched from a fold
Heavy and old
Rolled in the dent amidst us all
Chips like the stone off the surface
Sits like a dog on a fence
Eyes swept with rigor, more dissent
Marvelous innocence

Silence

The excess air is straining the walls
Spread-eagle thoughts plummet from trees like carnivores
Separations dome where even echoes travel alone Dreams that are feeding off night
Like a flickering candlelight
Here I sit and watch its slow decline
Into

Silence