Ea Ipsa Loquitur
(as we pretend not to hear)
At first,
for us,
the silence has no meaning
– not without intruded voice.

But, as recognition shapes itself
around our understanding,
It slowly develops cogency
not otherwise available…
with voice –

The Ferryman’s song,
the full arc of a great bell’s clapper,
the inhale before an agonized scream,
the dead, flat unstirring before the first lightning flash,
the hush after your question: “You do still love me; don’t you?”

Happens amid the gaping sprawl of silence.

© 2018 What's That On the Road – A Head
Magic Vision | Design: NET-TEC of Hundefutter. Coding: Bildtapete of Brautschmuck.