it gets dark when it gets quiet.

facades are pointless now;
(silence) picks me up by
the sleeves
and seals me in
an envelope;

stuck.

how come jingled rays of sunlight
feel like
soft breezes?
there but never again,
remembered but uncared for.

[this is not true] [which is not true?]

when it gets dark it gets quiet;

a hush fell over
(the crowd?) no.
myself;
i ripped my body apart but
the light was so dim:
i still could not see
[inside]
[to hear my own heart b e a t]

how come the city under the house is more daunting than the night sky?
all that can be heard
is the breathing
[scared or free?]

perhaps because the sky could be stroked with dark
but beautiful
melodies cease not.

it gets dark when it gets quiet.

*~j.c~*

shh. stop talking for a moment.