- Vol. 01
- Chapter 12
Image by Rhona Byrne
I save all your silencesO words are sounds and sounds
are more, much more and less
than I can feel.
the long vowel nights
of blood and bone and fur
have made us who will
the fat and felt of love of love,
is the ground of the matter,
yet what endures is the mineral truth of stone
the song of the winds, the interplanetary songs
the whirling rocks sing.
I save all your silences, hide them in drawers
and line my secret prayers with them.