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Silence Is a Clandestine Mirror

~visions of a place of splendor~

The silence in my head

talks,

it talks to me.

Mostly it is a mirror

that reflects back to me

myself

as the rest of humanity,

not just a woman.

Like a recorder it

plays back

polychromes of history…

Spirits of deep belief,

innocent ritual

and a propitious

circle of rocks.

Silver-bronze sinews

flexing hot

heaving rage,

stilled eyelids.

Expansive

mornings of triumph

and defeat stricken

with endless red nights.

I taste acid, smell sulphur,

touch the flower

of a royal passion,

that is a peony

scattering velvet petals…