The Silence of Our Things

I evacuate the traces

Of a self-contained plague

From the places a thousand faces know well;

They think,

A lot, too,

About the dust that gathers upon the covers

We treat as transparent truths -

Where the intricate importances hide

Needless to say,

I am searching in the spaces between everything

And emptiness

For WORDS - 

or what appears on my severed and simple tongue -

Like clouded echoes along the corridors of my consciousness.

Something

Some things,

My things

And yours,

are destined by the doors of design

To hide forever

Behind pretty alliterations 

A closet full of little letters

And lots of unnamed noises

Author's Note

Nothing captures everything, forevermore

Reviews

[Mayank]

Wordplay is absolutely beautiful, tinkling with love and emptiness.

[Irenic]

right there are many which we hide and which are hidden from us. Good write :)