but then again…

Up and down the escalator of hope and despair.

the ceremony of innocence

starts with a single clear drop, a wordless
reverberation like a clap of silent thunder 

bodiless, it can’t be conceived or heard except
as a wordless thought among thoughts

that sinks into sod, gushes into hidden springs
breaks concrete with silent menace

that evaporates into April air, to be breathed in and out
by lurking herds of wild and wordless animals

that swells polluted rivers, rushing ever south
through industrial towns stinking with silence

to find the ocean’s many mouths and tongues
ravenous for its wordless blood

and drift out to nowhere, invisible island 
where salt and sun collide in merciless silence

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