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Silence sounds my shallows;

The surface depth is all.

Not even a remnant to fathom

Beyond what lies in front of me.

I hold my head in my hands

To keep it from fragmenting,

And floating away, like dust motes’

Lackadaisical swim in sunlight.

Silence bends against my fear:

To say nothing, or to speak,

to break silence, to mean nothing;

Intent’s imbued, then ignored, in all.

In desperate quandary to live my part,

I quietly inscribe silence to my heart.