I look coldly at your hullabaloo
From the top of the abyss. Below, I see your rampant destruction.
Your steel objects flashing in sunlight. Sparks off the anvil,
Texts, flags and pennants, enormous myths,
Like a desert snake whose stomach is stitched up zigzag,
Sounds of hooves, diseases, lusts,
Compilations of indescribable victories.
Not getting what you wanted, you laid waste to everything in your way.
Fragments of words, slithered syllables, dried and twisted bones of
Consonants, stains of vowels.
Dare to touch me, your hands will sizzle.
I am Silence.
The poison darts in your heart are my couriers.
All invisible frozen shadows belong to my language.
I am always here.
Come and search for me with your swarming multitudes.
l am here. I am always here.
I am Silence.
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