The Dots

by BOB GALLO   Feb 20, 2023


Each figure is silence
shrivelled
in the onslaughts of
disturbances, sounds and waves.

Each wave is silence
that like an airplane
is looking for its landing strips,
clays sculpting their fates,
rocks being chiselled
to the rim of their perfection,
searching for the Venus
of 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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