Silence

8 03 2018

Take off your face and put it over there,

Beside the mirror. Right!

No pretence accepted.

Just look me in the eye,

Don’t speak, but listen, feel it in the air:

The perfect silence…

 

The heavenly present of muteness

Upon the lips that joke too eagerly and far too often,

Upon the mockery of human voices, high and low,

Upon the comedy of human drama.

The tears that never felt like weep,

for no one knows what proper tears feel like.

We learn to bear that cheerful empty face,

that crunches over senseless petty causes;

we know no longer why we came and where

shall we all go, –

And so we talk,

for talking cures the holes inside us,

oh, does it really? –

The holes that can’t be truly stitched by words.

 

Let us be quiet and inhale at last

This little blessing of

Letting them go: the masks, the words, the actions,

Just letting us be us,

and breathe,

and live.

 

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