Silence. Silence. Silence.
It drops, it falls, it descends. Silence encompasses it. It falls. Silence is all around it. No entry, no exit; no escape.
Silence. Silence. Silence.
"Cli..." and Silence engulfs the sound. Wherever you are you must remember that Silence is there too, you are within Silence, Silence is within you. You cannot escape it which you carry, you cannot escape it which was there before.
The Void calls out, the Void calls in, the Void seeks to shrink into itself. The Void is empty - The Void is filled with Silence. Coming in, coming out, coming through, coming throughout. Always without.
Here - There - Here. Always the Silence returns, always the Silence is. The Silence begets all, for there was nothing before the Silence, so from Silence it all must have come. Silence is ravenous, Silence eats all. From Silence you've come and to Silence you shall return.
Check out my latest posts:
- The Empty House (I) - A poem.
- The Empty House (II) - Poem and poetic rule unlearning.
- The Retired Prophet - A poem.
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