“I do not hear the scream, […] I am the scream. “
— Edmond Jabès, From the Book to the Book
If I scream,
No one can hear
Over the clamor.
So, I whisper here
To pierce the fray,
Which fades to fire—
A burning to sear
The air free
For us to breathe.
Our throats gasp
The flames like water
Without redemption,
Except as syllables
To parse truth from lies.
(November 26, 2017)
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