Silent Picture

Pausing inside of silent picture frames
Breathing in sacrosanct films of meditations
Looking for a light within darkness up on a plateau
Reaching for the book of names one yet to be read
Writing words of flame with frozen hands
Waiting for the Night to snow
With only no right to know,

Wandering landscapes immaterial
Of pilgrims concrete and ethereal

Burdens buried under eons of lost souls

Drowning in a sea of disembodied hands
Touching so many fingers without feel

Gathering lost ways fallen still refrains
Pausing inside of silent picture frames






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Written on 2025-08-25 at 00:18

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