Filling the silence Feb. 19, 2025

Silence, the deafness after a big bang, which I miss, heaving only the aftermath of what is not there, the absence of a sound I strain to hear, maybe just the echo of a voice so distant as to not exist, what do they say? Why are they so quiet? What message do we get from the whispers? Is there a reason for this sudden lack of talk, cut off, mid-sentence, nothing left from the eerie silence and a sense of the incomplete, we hanging on the very last word, waiting for a sound we really hope will come to fill the vacancy we feel, needing the next south to fill the empty space as we wait and wonder and hope it will come sooner rather than later.

 

 

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