Silence

Silence is the piety of thought: from silence
It emerges, the facts of its occasion
Dripping down the sides, impelled
Ever upwards by desire
Urging at the surface:
Will, the buoyancy of thought.
And then,
When it has burst asunder under
The weight of its own impulsion,
Melting into the air,
Spreading across the surface,
It sinks back down
Into the depths
That answer every word.