What are these charges
these invisibilities
Unzipping dreaming
and transience
and all that noise
we make separating
Silence is as much
part of me as it is of you
It never lasts more than
a few seconds, or Flor Bella
the time it takes solitude
to become shallow
and useless
like dry sweat
Like blindness
and forbidden things
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