Silence

Thus, I sealed my lips.
My hands hung from my body like twigs of a weeping willow.
I looked straight across men. 
They didn't have colour any more, not even a shape.
There was no longer a line, a form, a substance.

I could see the air inside them.

Thus, I sealed my eyes.

I smelled the molecules. 
I followed the line of a converged horizon. In me.
The moment resembled the light.

My soul overflowed with anger, 
With chronic fever

Everything came back to normal, but the prism was no longer my self.

I looked from outside to the inside
and my eyeballs touched the ashes. 

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