Let the Silence Ring

The static chorus of the day is done. The last algorithm fades to gray.

I power down the hungry shining sun. Inside the screen it turns to

clay. I feel an absence like a calming tone. Below the floor

before the word. It isn't empty, it's a throne. For something waiting to be heard.

They say the quiet is the thing to break. A void to fill with noise and

sign. But I am listening for the echoes ache the fundamental unclaimed

line. So let the silence ring. Let it vibrate in the hollow

of the bone. The carrier wave for everything that never found a signal of