5/31/03
This collection of verbal packrats,
Closing up their mouths
As suitcases of several
foibles, tidbits, apathies.
Their silences are full and heavy-
To puncture spawns a flood
That floods with nothing,
Eddying around the profoundest solitude
Where souls are separated
By their own volume of words.
And you,
With your soundless magnet eyes
Are the emptiest of silences.
The cessation of your voice is
An emptiness to gather all around you
Like a beacon of missing words.
And like two stars
Separated by nothing
We spin together silently
Pulling radiant through the void.
And as light in a vacuum
Can travel and travel,
We see each other more clearly
Unhindered by the bulbous noise
Of everybody's silence.
I feel closer to you than I do
To so many full and pregnant lapses,
More open and empty than I am alone,
And more akin to you.
