Barren as the tree
that hovers above me
tongue
bereft of words –
embedded so deeply
small gems in the fleshy organ
inside my mouth
inside my hollow
glittering with truth.
Visions I beheld
not out of madness
but turned into
silence
silence
silence....
Barren as the branch
that hangs above me
empty-throated sparrow
sings mutely
songs reserved
secrets preserved.
Voices I heard
not out of madness
but turned into
silence
silence
silence....
Barren as the box
they laid me in
invisible child
made visible only
by the Eye that watches
over me
planted there
keeping me as –
silent partner.
Things I felt
not out of Madness
but turned into
silence
silence
silence....
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