the silence boils, screams, leaps, it climbs inside my head,
says things to me i'd never dreamed, it makes my mind like lead,
but only as, like mercury, lead's toxic to your cells
and toxins build up in my mind as, quick, the silence wells
no other word quite so profound does try describe a lack,
an absence strangely powerful, a void that does attack,
for what, to try to comprehend the perfect stillness, grace
that only the most reckless souls will ever dare to face;
a silence like ten million screams, the roar that overwhelms,
that creeps and gushes, gathers, steeps, and haunts the darkest realms,
and yet, it’s strong, but fragile, weak; solid, but easy pierced,
the thing that hangs like silky strands yet stands like something fierce;
it seems to creep, yet never quite can it complete consume
the standing of the audible, the motion of the room
but for one final fleeting glimpse when all existence blinks
and those who named the word “silence” no longer care to think.