Sometimes

Silence...

is

the answer best

unmade

Chrome reflects

light

not the shadow

worlds and words

of images on the page

there!

within the mind of the reader

truth and denial

lies and fantasies

truths and pains

Do you hear the words?

Moment to moment

trace to trace

circuits made

links broken

packets lost

large caliber lies

versus

high velocity truth

versus

perceptions as usual

versus

internetainment at any price

versus

the petty jab and slice

versus

a fragmentation grenade made of silence

do you laugh

when your world is unmade?

should you cry?

plot the noise to signal ratio

as the future is

as much the past

or the present

light staccato laughter

with as much value

and impact

as a horizontal retrace

across phosphor coated glass

85 hurts per second

we bleed

photons of our own darkness

calling it the darkness of others

a sprawl of pain as large as our own heart

as shallow as our need

This is how we create meaning.

do we betray our self or another?

do we accept the futility of hope?

To escape from the vacuous

choose meaning

choose pain

choose acceptance

cold logic dictates the truth table

quantum dots of nothing

bound forever

and not or nand nor

infallibly superimposed

logically interlocked

packet collision

Does the best always win?

Good?

Light?

Truth?

Listen to:

irrationally indexed entries

in a helical strand of nucleic acids

lies nature has told itself

future generations will laugh and cry

nothing *is* forever

forever is no thing.

words

irrationally indexed letters

traced once across a phosphor page

now fade like chain sawed trees

my voice is stilled

I listen:

soft breathing

a murmur

another

crying out

in their sleep

Had I not listened

I could not have heard.

Sometimes silence is the answer

hardest to obtain

but the most precious of all

Beware:

What price silence?