Speaking silence/
dead silence/
broken silence/
my silence/
singing silence/
bleeding silence/
lost silence/
Silence the mother tongue/
the primordial silence/

Her eyes flash, her words lead, her face flashed with life.
But sometimes she is taken over by something that have no lasting sound.
Sometimes there are pressures,
that is, that is poison.
Restlessness and impatience.

My censoring ego wishes to forget, it ever saw the room/ever saw the corpses.
I have been trying all I know.
I shine light so I can see the shadows.
But the shadows grow even darker.
And bones, those represent that which can never be destroyed.

Silence is mystery
not telling or not knowing?

Silence involves resistance, tension and opposition.
Silence is a right            
a strategic exercise of power, or a resistance to it/
The protest is the first art,
is the twin sister of its twin sister dance.

Silence is a common experience.
a closed door carefully locked
a communicative act in a threatening situation.

silence is
a haven

enjoy it
build it
insulate it
secure it
yearn for it
fall asleep with it
fear it
abolish it
exist for it
confront it

silence is.

silence is not
absence or void/
is not
absence of speech

silence is
a part of it.

silence is a problem.
Silence is not.

Silence is gold
or so I was told when I was young

Silence equals death
Silence is the ocean of the unsaid
the unspeakable
the repressed
the erased
the unheard
a sea of unspoken words

But if you have seen time
accelerate or fold
in a way that distorts the spatial-temporal order altogether,
then well that is a start.