Silence is rapid,
concealed
in wind and ventilation

Silence is mingled
with impurities, conglomerations,
buildings, factories, living organisms
and rotating thoughts

Silence leaps inarticulate
through language and agglomeration,
during, before and after

Silence springs forth
wherever time lapses

Silence is swift and rotor bladed,
promptly disappearing
like fish tails in the creek
and Bob Dylan's thinly hidden emergency rhymes,
or hiding
deep inside the afterburners of jet engines
that leave contrails across the sky

Silence moves tense
through the copper and bronze character
of a local train's passage
through an unnecessarily sharp curve of the rail,
in the religious obstinacy
of tinnitus

Silence is quick
as wayfaring lifetimes
and slow like wars
since long declared meaningless

Silence and the speed of light
are good buddies
in the men's clubs of space-time

Silence is numberless and invasive;
is always everywhere
while eternally shifting its position

Silence is the physical strength
of sound
and its applications

Silence's covert threats
are the pillars of society

Silence builds strength and brusqueness
in the water of baptismal fonts,
in the strangeness of the familiar

Silence is the gaping surprise
of recklessness
and the tara of weight

Silence sips light
in the mirrors

Silence is ceaseless
and unattainable

Silence is never short of breath

Resting tuning forks
hide silence
in its various registers

Silence is knocking on doors,
wringing houses, making clean sweeps,
refusing being John Cage's private matter