Silence - Poem by Alexander Coppedge
Silence is a state in the overall existence fact, holding its occupancy as an ever present in things which are being, an absolute reality which dominates over the back wall of things existing, being vast in its structuring found all about us in various ways within the air we breath, silence creeping the unknown all around us: I opened my mouth wide, I found silence was in there.
Hides silence seemingly shy concealing itself as if in hide and seek playing, does itself as a dark spot held in the shadow of darkness, none truly certain of its known association and long time friendships, light of its own but from visual sight of us seeing, silence a peering watcher over changes, events and times, silence watches happenings in a perpetual mist: no one knowing by sight or sound silence is there.
Silence presence of state measures out there in all directions, an expanding blast among the celestial bodies structuring, touching in its grip our planet and is to be known by this world's host everywhere reaching, recording silence in a log eras in decades of knowing, witnessing silence time facts hiding inside of us: silence seeing events when no one else is aware.
Silence without shoes walk leaves behind its sunken footprints caused by its massive steps in its existence actuality of being, guard invisible who is silently standing there with us, hearing silence is beside us inside moments pausing, along with us silence our walking time companion beholding births and deaths with us: not so rare.
Can the flower be without silence, a bird sing into silence's ear and not be heard, you feel silence statements in its unspoken whispering, talking in absence of any noise silence stating defined lives, silence's stern eye peering at us patiently relating thoughts and views: silenced are your feelings of some sense of silence presence there?
Invisible evidence of a thinking entity more superior in its design than we, knowing advancements and those of wondrous self achievements of various host's existence, guiding silence us to adventuring by steering all into future to become events, waiting it is silence for results before us looking: silence casually listening to us capturing all things said.
Silence easy down on the floor firm foot tiptoe endeavoring has aspects, yielding the accumulations of knowledge without its dieing in many roams of wanderings, going pass stars into absolute void emptiness silence beyond our world's host conceiving as it touch things we are not in life obtaining: silence sleeping without a snore on existing awe.
Silence under our world's host acknowledged perception of facts is rarely spoken upon by us and is above roof tops running, lurks seeing with no visual eyes showing silence inside abandon buildings sneaking, silence is here found to be in very large chambers even when they are crowded and contained after lock down closing of hall's doors: yet silence to us is not to be heard by none at all.
Watches us twenty-four hours asap seven days a week in an observer role of an undertaking, research goals about all factors emerged within realities existence silence with us break bread in our daily measuring, being silence under stairs snickering at our endeavoring, absorbing silence thoughts and sounds made: silence structured ear hearing it all.
Silence conduct is in always listening to sound utterances, gases of massive planets storms roaring, yet will not be short changed loves damp basements leaking, cherishing silence being deep down in damp cave with you crawling, speechless being buried silence in a mouse's hole as it is escaping: silence pretending under ground to lie still.
All alone as a realm holding the entire dwelling of substances existence, the starting genesis leading to its revelation ending of the physical aspects within it, silence is every moment quietly breathing there with us, silence ventured roams in attics behind cobwebs seeing, silence foundation covering spaces within minds' thinking: silence hearing our ideas formed in our heads.
Accompanying silence and best friend having, silence sharing pal and companion is a void everlasting, securing both knowledge they are guardians: they being both eternal states.
Both silence and the void are aware of hosts of galaxies them of them knowing, they witnessing achievements of these galaxies lives aimed intending, them acknowledging the win and lost viewings of their hosts, them having between no voice to speak.
Neither silence nor the void any intents in any responses to give back in yielding, them attempting to answer replies to statements spoken in asking by others to know trying, others pondering words we do in utters and thoughts by others decrees.
Silence supreme raw capturing the ear of existence evolution waiting, silence yielded to our moments of interests of heart good and bad bearing, silence without a given remark.
Silence in its non-utterances isn't really silent, silence too vast of sums of knowledge retaining, silence knows ideals defining realities of lives.
Silence does not think loud out or ask any questions confounding, silence defining self proclaimed illusions, silence creating seen views by it as real.
Silence as it grips touching hearts in emotions surging, silence profound thoughts holding, silence suggesting probabilities supporting, depositing dreams in our heads.
Silence reality is over all substance, silence cover regions and realms touring, silence past dreaming venturing, inspiring endeavors: where man can not go.
Silence no language in talking, between words silence is speaking, behind our tears leaping, silence swimming found in our cries.
Silence seated as a judge held verdict is final, silence gift of a righteous eye holding true earn ethics to apply, projecting silence with no sounding, depositing could be suggesting, silence yielding to itself no vote to offer.
Silently silence strings tingling, noting tones on our minds sinking, plucking to connect to us joining, playing them in chords.
I speak out loud to silence awakening, me tearing at its quiet fortress in hopes of breaking, silence everlasting torments to end suffering, setting victims free.
I never to hear standing response back to me by silence: there I in waits hear no sign to me given:
I heard no hush nor no sound.
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