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In silence,

I thought to live

like the stars in the distant sky

preserving my mystery

as the torch they betray

my mouth in its lack of peace

proved my Judas Iscariot

prohibiting my hiding

for my thoughts simply fall out

and my silence is not attained

my pen is a fountain

inspiration driving the river

that flows from the heart of me

I thought to move unseen

without ripples or noise

falling deeply into the complacent

where life is golden

and unchanging

for but not, I could not feel

goldeness became the gray

of boredom, I washed myself

to become ordinary, a common man

but my innards were not willing

rebellion is beautiful

I thought to catch man

asleep

thoughtless in his endeavors

wishing for nothing but golden lives

not dreaming of tomorrow

basking in the sunlight

but trying to bathe in yesterday’s

dirty water

I thought to find answers

and I found they are all connected

to questions

weighted by years of no answers

leaping from one height to the other

never looking for the bridge

the answer was waiting

I thought I saw

as in dreams portrayed

ripples carrying bubbles

through inmense masses, the earth

trambled for their movement

I envisioned chains of vines

like umbilical cords

individuals seen as masses

only to respond to other ripples

flowing as the sea, a pendulum

from one side to the other

I thought to see the cause

shown, I was