Ode № 100919
sunrise at kofa
if the hills sing then the valleys mourn
and the clouds weep for their own weaknesses
this sort of silence is deafening
and when the lips again begin to flutter,
and the sounds unite into emotions
you become oblivious, deaf to all
if the hills sing and the valleys mourn
then the smiles we carry become unintentional
these sort of smiles are irrelevant
but when the dawn smiles down
and the eyes unite in an unfettered gaze,
we have again lost, defeated by it all
When the silence was deafening
I became oblivious, and alone
3 comments
And "I became oblivious, and alone"
seem to have no meaning whatsoever. Their only purpous seems to be to force the lips to a sinuous surfeit of labial consonants in recitation.
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