1
the silence is resounding,
pounding
like the rain
on a rooftop, echoing,
glowing.
twilight’s bane
is the shadow in the dark,
remark:
spectral light
criss-crossing across the sky,
low—high;
shades of night
closing in. a sudden fear:
unclear
higher ground;
uncertain haze descending,
blending
sight and sound.
2
silence is a swirling green
fog, seen
but unheard.
silence is a resonant
green slant,
slightly blurred.
3
flying, fragmentary mind,
unwind;
it is air,
it is emptiness. and all
must fall,
for there, there
on the mysterious height,
a light
(now intense)
burns. and then down, the last spark,
the dark,
the silence.
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