muteness. Or
do I?
Does it count
still—as
mute
if I spoil it
by telling you?
This must be hell.
To speak of silence,
I emerge
from silence—
but no, that's the right word
for what I picture
when I hear it.
After all, the movement
is not the problem;
what I'm after
is silence,
not stillness.
Things must still happen.
And for anything to have happened,
it must
have happened to someone.
It's like how—even
the god-damned
must still have one.
must still have one.