I
I love nothing more than love that speaks not.
To love is silence broken – scent of rot.
In silence one hears the music of the spheres
In solitude thoughts are the only seers.
Show me a walled cave and I’ll show you
A new constellation with a winged view.
Supernovas, stars, swirling nebulae,
Glimpses of knowledge waiting to pupate;
But dare to love and submit, and silence
Will cloud the skies with ignorant incense.
And dare you let a single flower bloom
Without listening to its petal’s croon?
II
Stars like trees, trees like stars, waves without sea
Capers creeping crawling through bastion’s seam,
Ancient angels refusing to exist
Time-worn devils too idle to resist.
These scenes are I all I have ever dare known
For I was born with no old place to go.
I was born with the world mapped in my sight,
And every man’s…
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