A SONG OF SILENCE

words can walk
On water, words can walk

words can float in mid-air
They can also fly in stone

you can see them
The words with their eyes open, and flapping their wings

like birds, but
Inside a pebble

inside a pebble I found a world of
Words

all of them were flying towards their one god
They had one god of countless shapes and names

I spent two weeks at the beach, and swimming
Despite the coldness of the waters

a wave told me that words could drown, and
Their body sink down to the bottom of the sea, I mean: the lake

the bottom! Where it is too dark and too cold
For the crawfish even

of course, there are other tiny beings, who
Knows who they are? They feed on the body of dead words at the bottom

when all the words are dead (and all the tiny beings too)
There is left a song of silence

you can think of it this way: When the last photon in the universe fades away
There is left a perfect night

can you imagine how beautiful that must be? And the perfect night
Soon is followed by the perfect morning, a perfect day

...a perfect week or
Two

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[Picture: Bird before the storm by reading_is_dangerous]