The Dots

by ddavidd   Apr 11, 2019


Each figure is a silence
shrivelled
in the onslaughts of waves.
Each wave is silence
that like an airplane
is looking for its landing strip,
a clay
searching for its final cause,
the ultimate silence!

Only when we connect all the dots
we can see
that we have never been
apart
and silence
never was broken.

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