Interpretations Of Heard Silence Poem by Richard Weissman

In all life's ways she's back, that voice is back, as truth drifts back, all these paths which they'd wandered and dreamt upon turn back - Now unveiling through blanker verses of death's book, Now revealing as unborn artists look, Now concealing through these shattered shadowed lights of the vortexed color bar in a rainbowed void and so to reveal it that now it is back

Paradox of paradoxes whilst the voice chimes hollowed back though voice itself quieter contained, confined within verbal-lined visions of what? A Silent Echo, better still-

For though such soap-charred murmurings burn his desert soles softly silken to touch as yet parched out to whispering skin of these aqua-toned memoir-reflections, reverberations - yet will she continue to relay soundings of visions of great monsters past as they themselves envisioned their own monsters in this here theatre of our mind - keep your cruel blued visions and I shall, from white attempts relay blight visuals so that even the blind may hear such monster-pieced interpretations of heard silence.

- Excerpted from "Silent Echo" (1994)