Substantial Ethereality

by Nyum Fwah Productions

Silence is a paradox. It means stillness. It means to inhibit, stamp down, subdue, curb. It means to calm down. It means to conquer, a refusal to speak when expected, also unable to speak, speechless. It means to quieten, shout down, and also to be quiet.

1. Ostensible Ocular Deception

Silence

The pouring rain sears the skin of the ones who are worthy of fortune and sin
The blinding blaze scours the bruised fruits of an unholy desert

I can hear the bells a'ringing in the courtyard of seven singers and all I can think is that I want to be in your arms

I can hear the quiet of the aching desert lonely in its everlasting repentance for its qualms

I never knew the people washing down the drain called the steeple that prayed for redemption from this gutter

I never saw the light of harmful sorrow that pushed its way through the slamming porcelain shutters, an inky adhesive that soon turns red

I never tasted pastries that were so sweet that they turned sour, clogging up anything else I could have reasoned for myself

I never heard the rushing waves of insecurity as music from a Timpani drowned out the elation of the band

I never heard the evil yowls of sinners preaching hate, except for when you tried to hold the rays of white within your hand

I'll never see something as beautiful as dancing glass, soft in its iridescence, blowing in the wind

I'll never know someone as fortunate as former sickly people, as they recall the things they have and what they have regained

I can touch the flimsy golden confetti that illuminates the darkest places, an metal anchor the ground, a feathery escape to the sky

I feel the things I can and cannot touch, for all we do is something in our brains, we wonder why.

Copyright, 2005; A. Chouake, Kalliope

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With all due respect,

Nyum Fwah Productions