LINES OF THOUGHT © 2014

To remain in silence beneath the earth,

Where time does not touch, where all is closed,

The throbbing of veins, the stretching of arteries,

Like roots breaking through fragile matter.

I feel the pulse of the invisible,

The quiet struggle, the unpredictable gesture,

And, like strong roots, breaking the prison,

To be reborn, to sprout from the very darkness.

To cry, yes, because all the oceans inhabit,

Their raging tides scream within me,

To cry, to cry, because all the volcanoes

Explode in echoes of ancient songs.

Within me, there are worlds I do not see,

Furies and waters, fire and longing,

To be more than flesh, more than thought,

I am the silence that learns to scream.

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