Friday, September 2, 2016

Deaf, dumb and mute (me)


If you ask me Today
I'd undoubtedly admit
I was built this way,
it is my arch-i-texture
rehearsed.
If you ask the same Tonight-
I might not answer,
despite having something nice to say.

Either way, those questions get slightly worse
all the time
So I'd rather not ask, it is not my task,
I consider this a gift,
I try to listen louder
than anyone can Here.





 Painting by Fernand Khnopff, Silence (1890), [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.
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