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Thanking silence for silence with silence

Thanking silence for silence with silence


I stopped thinking,

like this clock not wound for three days,

about the past carried like a wet beam from the beach.

For everyone has in them

a friend and an enemy,

and only dreams separate them,

that is, the content worn to the end like old pants.

And though we don't despise only air anymore

if I were to express gratitude,

it would have to be rain - I guess - a flood, a downpour of stars.

So much love that only a rabbit’s heart can keep up.


©Szweda

Castlerock 2017

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