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This is how the silence begins –
in desolate noons stolen from barren
landscapes nobody visits –
in the blank wall of days that
stretches – endlessly blank –
it becomes your voice close to my heart now –
and your eyes all over the night sky –

it is one day, then another and then another…
until it will deepen into a dark well
that I will drown in – just to be
the silence you are.