Do not speak, to me
Make silently, do not speak
There, to me
Your eyes may gently
Linger on
The grit of the page
Linger on, a silence
Not dark
a vastness waits for us
A sustenance, In silence
We intuit
We hope
We feel its rumble in our shaking knees
And we form strength in unspoken
Unbound
Unions of making
