the silhouette forest is vibrating
the trees whisper
they gossip over the humans
and the dinosaurs before
But when they cry
They utterly disappear
Under a crystal moon
Like how silent pillows
muffle screams
Mute,
they make no reverberations
they cause no echoes
yet fall through heaven along
with dying stars
and make meteor showers which shatter
the perfect evening sky
in the iris of a beggar woman's eyes
within the Goddess body
This same silence fills the space
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