This silence – palpable
have I said that already
This pause – suspended, swinging
toes clattering in mid-air
This formlessness – brutal
define it if you can
This whine – rounding out
to a white hot shriek
pin it down
This inversion – murmurs drained hollow, brittle
This breathlessness – frozen moment
of chaos
I can say – welcome.


Diane Sophrin.
Budapest, 12.15.18



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