Dark & Silence

Silence; artificial,

Unnatural;

 

With the elements,

There sound,

Wind;

Leaves;

fluttering,

Insects

Scrambling in their microcosm.

 

There

Is always

Light

Unless

You go down,

into a cave

&

Pitch

Black.

 

Yet,

Even then

There is the

Sound of your heart

Air moving in and out;

Muscles twitching.

howl

One comment

  1. The heading reminds me of ‘Hello darkness my old friend ‘. I wonder if being profoundly dead precludes or alters awareness of bodily sounds – Evelyn Glennie very successfully drums that away. I wonder if blindness will be black (I know some see light and shade). So , in the cave, still lifeforce ……. and possibly fascinating bats .

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