upon my knees,
my courage seized
by force beyond my means;
i still believe,
though i can’t see
what all this darkness means.
& still i smell
the flowers that fell
from your broken branch.
the breaths i take,
the vows i make
in hope of hopeless chance
that i might know,
like long ago,
what only silence heard.
a child bound
to anxious sound,
electric insect buzz;
consuming thought
& never taught
to be, without because;
& written on
the quaking sand,
the lines that don’t preserve
the thing i knew,
when words were few,
& only silence heard.