When I do not say
it is not that-
I made this mask
this way.
You can see its guts
through the eyes...
The cogs and fogs.
When I listen
I welcome news
from outside.
To share a smile
is a welcome view,
a radiant defiance of conservation.
When I hear
music in the mundane,
I take it out
of context
and am moved by its song.
When spoken
I regret empty words,
that fulfill
nothing perfectly.
All the non-existent ways-
I said nothing
In so many days-
it has all been said.
I am done telling
All,
when I do not say.
Image of painting by Vittorio Matteo Corcos (1892), [Public domain] via Wikimedia Commons.
