there was more than silence(There used to be more than just silence)We had a song once, do you remember? They classified it as a disorder, filed between "insanity" and "pitiful little things"(but we danced to it anyway.We had a secret language once,In December, rememberIt consisted of three billion characters,Invented by the instant By the second forgottenwe passed secret notesEtched over scattering leaves On sidewalks we left them to becarried by the swift windDucking behind bare limbsand weaving, weavingtheir way into frigid doorsleft openyou taught me the rarest words of them all,and then told me that I wasthe only and the onl
.revelation.I said it is where the branches met as one and the birds dipped so low to sweep up the riversthat I met my reflection under the moon, So clear and so pristineThere were no souls left to believe my quiet words; I---I am not a shadow.The blackness enveloped in notes, so deepSwept them away in a single preludeThe light leaking from the sleeping treesCant' quench the thirst for a sun of bright solitudeThe resonance of their footstepsFalling one after another, tripping on their own shoes Trapped in their own mistakesThe fish, hiding in the lake, under, And the snow is gone,nothing left to lose.
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