Don’t say a word
and break the stillness.
The tension here
has crystallized,
perfect structure
and a single sound,
one single word,
will bring it down
around us.
We made this thing
without a touch.
No play by hand,
no sounds come out.
Extravagant
and dissimilar to
everything we’ve ever known.
If curiosity
should ever get the best of us
and one wonder
more than one should,
those spans of delicate story
will crack into pieces,
sharp as daggers.
And if the words
out of our mouths
are that simple question,
then we have doomed ourselves.
And if we touch
what we have made,
we will be impaled
as it collapses on top of us.
Silence is the key
to survival.
Sometimes it’s the only thing
keeping us alive.
Even the look in your eye
makes foundations tremble.
I’ve never been so terrified.
I see you open your mouth,
inhale breath,
your hands reaching out.
And I cannot move,
I cannot speak;
I’m trapped in the moment.
Your lips move
and I go to pieces.
HG – 2018
