ENDLESS SILENCE

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The words don’t flow;

the images struggle

to well

to the surface

 

           It does not

                rise

 

the Rimbaudien grandeur;

          the trails of Van Gogh;

     Holderlin and DeNerval

            on the path of madness

 

I can not find

    the right words

  or the right phrases

 

              In the abscess

                      of my mind

                  I am filled

                      with dread

 

                   and no words

                              to rise

                         to the surface

 

just silence

 

              endless silence

 

                and the space

                     is too great

                            to fill

 

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