I Am and I Am Not

the silence is louder than usual tonight (no wonder I’m feeling so numb) my musings arise as sacrifices into the chasm where streams and seas shake hands, the estuary of all life’s secrets— exhaling shrimp, inhaling sharks and somewhere else, the crickets’ metronome begins to emerge how peculiar their chirp is, quieter than silence itself, and I can only wonder if they speak the same cricket dialect and somewhere else, a god knows itself to be god; how rare that is, and it wonders— how things would be if everyone knew; above down and under up are the same thing left and right equals zero and i am nothing and everything has come of me. and at the grand finale of all my memories a budding world is eager to take their feeble place. the loud silence becomes nothing and everything comes of it.