February 3, 2012
By Mayze SILVER, New Canaan, Connecticut
Mayze SILVER, New Canaan, Connecticut
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Favorite Quote:
"As the tide washed in, the Dutch Tulip Man faced the Ocean:
'Conjoiner rejoinder poisoner concealer revelator. Look at it, rising up and rising down, taking everything with it.'

'What’s that?' Anna asked.

'Water,' the Dutchman said. 'Well, and time.'"
-Peter Van Houten, An Imperial Affliction

On a Sunday night I return.
Dawn is coming.
I hear the fiery steps of Phoebus’s steeds in every tick of the clock.

Saccharine sweet bursts across my tongue like
blots of red ink on smooth paper
symphonies of silence.

We say more in our silences
than we do in our words.

The inadequate words make
frac tures
bre aks,
cause rifts
and damage all.

Glorious, symphonious symposiums of silence!
Silence in stasis – perhaps restorative, draining, cutting or bland.
Silence, container of myriad wonders.

Should I hope for good or bad?

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