At The Long Silver Silence


After the rush

of death

there is a long silver silence

to place on the tip of your tongue

and swallow

until you become

the impenetrable

silk sheen surface

of a long still lake

and live there

where you are

at this beginning

in the middle

and at the end


WONDER

If we had a keen vision and feeling of all ordinary human life, it would be like hearing the grass grow and the squirrel's heart beat, and we should die of that roar which lies on the other side of silence. 

George Eliot

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