An Intense Unquiet Silence

Amidst the vulgar memorabilia
I’ve grown into an intense silence,
That grows and entangles my limbs and face.
The oddity inspires like obscenity trials.
We form crystalline growths
That sparkle until death do us part.
This is the reasoning
Behind everything.
A beauty that weaves itself
Into our headspace;
That amazes and transcends illumination,
Then rots away from the inside-out:
This is our memory collected in darkness
And we will find the light.

Even through your manic oppression,
We will find the light.

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