Never Reach Out for Silence

What pain it takes me to utter a word
found myself not shy too long
Finding nothing not paradoxical
Finding we reached for silence.

finding we have gone stale for a while there
finding ourselves uttering sensible
finding we have gone too far too short
finding ourselves wishing there is nothing to talk about

After talking to ourselves cold
we never found what kin really means
Never was it know to us that we were.
Never wanted anything sensible UNTIL....

Until we got what life really meant us to do
Gathering every leaf.
Rolling it into magical sticks and burn it
Noxious gases went to our inner self and talked

Now, we weren't afraid to ever grasp silence
with our eyes speaking bruises and birthday cakes
No need for words to fill the space between us.
No need to reach out for silence, don't have to.

Taking every minute seriously and
taking it really filled with words
Smiled, drank some more beer
And you, chocolate milk.

Manila DAY '96

7:17 P.M.

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