It was an afternoon.
As we found ourselves
sitting in rooms
silenced by those
who seek sanity
and their own silence
,
By those
who seek
more
,
Partially empty.
devoid
from voids
of temporary
interactions
as silence
gave in to
bounds
of sound
as it began
to feel
like the
seals
were finally peeling
off
;
But
we should have
known better
,
tethering
on the precipice
of sound
isn’t really
escaping silence
,
All it ever does
is seal
u
s
in it
,
No matter how much we try to peel it off.
© Hudson Biko
Photograph: Caleb George
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Thank you so much! I’m so incredibly humbled. I’ll make a point to respond to it in the course of the next week or so. Once again, thank you! 😊
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