Silence

Silence is not emptiness, But thick resin. Echoes drown in every sound becomes Stuck. And a scream born somewhere near the Temple Doesn't tear the fabric. The tone suddenly appears. It doesn't fly, scattering shards of Glass. It doesn't hit the wall, response is Required. Like a stone, it falls to the Bottom of a silent well of darkness And light. And there, In the depths where there isn't even a bottom, It slowly bends the thread of space. Silence absorbs like a wave, And remains firm. But everything that isn't accidental Doesn't ring in the ear. A heaviness settles in the bones. And this soundless, Unspoken scream is the loudest Possible sign. It is not For the world. It is a seismic Fault In the landscape of the soul, Where everything has come to nothing. The silence after the scream Is the sought-after home, Where everything that no longer exists Lives.