The opposite of silence is silence,
outlined by empty space and paralyzing truth.
What if gravity pulled you from the ground
and hurled you from the Earth?
What if a statue wasn't chiseled from stone,
but built from the ground up?
But the paralyzing truth is;
I wonder if a better version of me
might act less cowardly and learn to swim?
Or would a worse version sink further still?
Would he be gracious when I was callous,
and patient when I was irate?
Or would a worse version not worry at all?
We are not outlined by the empty space of the qualities we lack.
But the paralyzing truth is;
this room is flooding with water.
And it seems we've both fallen through,
like a light hitting two mirrors, skipping infinitely.
Tears flowing up into our eyes,
laughing and crying twice at once.
Drowning for what feels like seconds of centuries in this forgotten living.
What am I doing here?
This room in this house in this city?
The sun setting over the horizon.
Particle equations of transcendental beauty,
separating the ugly day into the hideous evening.
Tears flowing up into our eyes,
laughing and crying twice at once.
Drowning for what feels like seconds of centuries in this forgotten living.
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