yet, the silence is not THAT one.
it is more the stunned repose,
the caught in the headlights,
version of the thought mode.
water drop on lotus leaf,
this soul doesn't quite
sit well in this poor body.
the soul needs a permeable membrane.
or the one ocean where the water drop
might giddily loose all its boundaries.
tear drop by tear drop,
i too, drop into that ocean
not too readily.
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