Anthology of dreams (drownedinwords) wrote, @ 2004-12-15 20:45:00

Schrodinger

The wait
Should be the harp-string's
Tension,

The harmony of things so opposed.

But it is only the silence
Which sings.

There is none
Of the hollow
Buzzing which I once knew.

Maybe this is how I'll feel
When first my tiny
Screams are borne by another

Or when I stop that
Racket and no longer
Expect anything.

Or maybe every wait
Is longer, and less
Musical.
Until it is unlessenable
And it seems
It is the silence speaking.