The Loudest Silence
Dressed up in absolute silence,
Empowered in wonderful quietness,
Heard in royal toughness,
and moved in hushed stillness.
The beautiful darkness I hold in my heart,
I put on my quiet voice in the loudest muteness,
Nurturing the miraculous motion in the fiery mind,
A cinematic dream is growing up in blackness.
Fading into the shifting sand and pure tenderness,
The dark melody plays in tragic paradise,
I am free now, and freedom is my company,
Accompanied by my glittering rusty iron sword.
I am a slow-motion darkness,
I am a sunny bezel-less glass,
I am sliding like water,
Still holding the lineage of the warm blood.
I carry blackness between maybe and once upon a time,
The beauty of motion lives in tremendous calm.
Remarkable reticence deserves more murkiness,
As it paves the way to the beautiful mystery.
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