nothing feels more
honest than silence.
I could fill the space
with noise & static
~but~
thoughts scale down
to insufficient when
squooshed
funneled
tiny into
words.
~however~
if I could construct a
wordless poem
(only the raw material)
exude this
passion & pain
through stillness
(rather than
demoting them to
letters)
well...
no one could
fucking read it
obviously.