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
