Remember – Me Not
Remember-me not,
with these words,
but in the spaces
and silence in-between;
in the unspoken, formless,
still and blank tongue
of the unborn foetus that hovers
by the foot of my bed at night.
Silently.
Silence is, by far,
the sharper, deadlier sword
in matters of the heart;
as is unbroken, white noise.
So, too, is vacuum;
abhorred by nature with reason.
Fetid thoughts; emotions caged,
feelings starved to death
and tossed spitefully
into a sea of dark matter.
To be greeted by, silence.
Silence can kill. It is invisible,
bereft of taste, and of smell
and, yet, infinitely more powerful
than words. For words
are of human construct,
whereas the absence of words;
a dark canvas of nothingness,
existed before Creation itself.
The total absence of sound
It is there, that you shall find me,
if you wish to look.
You will find me amongst
the flotsam of hearts
upon the omnipresent sea
of dark matter;
in that vast wilderness
of unformed sound,
unspoken words
and actions unperformed.
Like thoughts of things.
I shall be occupied,
along with infinite others,
practicing the Zen of not-being.
You will know, then,
how deadly silence can be.
You will see how mercilessly
it can despatch the most tender
of hearts, without making a sound.
Not even a whisper.
Remember-me not, then,
with warm, salty tears,
for, they go against
the cold, steel bristles
of your indifference;
starved of compassion,
I allowed myself
to be consumed from within;
to haunt you in the cold, silent
spaces between words.