Within Silence
a poem
Within silence lives great noise
within beauty grows great poison
within helplessness,
lives great choice,
those necessary concessions
of being
fight a war with God
before your bathroom sink
Lest you accept
the tepid sacraments of duality.
Carry a number in your head
until it strikes a mass grave
beside the sea
And say this: No, this
Was promised to me
Prove it
on your hands and fucking knees
while the world caves in
like milk curdling
From a thousand thousand dead mothers
of a thousand thousand dead things
Desperate to escape
the (h)acidic torrent of bigotry
Am I so different
from the evil I see.
Am I so unlike my self-deceiving
enemies?
Does my enmity redeem me?
Do my dreams mean anything?
the dying screams
of a thousand planets
returning to dust--
of course what falls
into dark waters
is forgotten to those above.
I stabbed questions
into the abyss
like needles into a muzzle beast,
but its size is too great
and it skin too thick
to answer me
please
Strife. noise. silence. sleep
I wake up
I rise.
I brush my teeth
and repeat.
Please
tell me
Do my dreams mean anything?
the full moon hangs
upon a reckless scene
as chaos unwinds
to dramaturgy,
please
But all the empty
has begun vibrating
within silence
there lives great noise
within helplessness,
there lives great choice
within heaven,
there live great voids of meaning
and so I ask again
With the dying breath of humanity
To the apathetic breadth of eternity:
do my dreams mean anything?
loved it, sis