she stared at me like agony
knocking on silence's door
i let her in it was winter and
winters are meant to be cold
but then it was so warm it felt
a bluethroat-tweedle would
burst out any moment but
silence was the desideratum
it was the shelter so it stayed
that way we walked away but
we were inside the same room
we had been acquainted with
the same darkness so there
was no way it was not love
it just was not time to express
or to let it consume our lives
we both needed a sort of
emptiness at least for a while
needed to understand the
significance of affection
why it was the one thing
man could not fight against
perhaps we knew where
we were going to end up
but it was better than the cliff
we were always falling from
without dying it was better than
all the other consolations
society was offering to all
the lost souls every last being
was lost they just did not know
and so we turned and so
we smiled and so we walked
on into the ocean
we had already been drowning
so suffocation was no
longer a trouble we yenned
to reach a deeper truth
a more variegated truth
for darkness had become dull
let it be bitter but a truth
that is monochromatic
is always undesirable
so we jostled at the brine
and picked at the corals
memories peeking at us
from the future it was
a surreal pleasure and so
little by little we knew love
and we knew life
and we smiled more
and knocked more
and never were we seen
at the cliff again
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