Literature
The beauty of no expression
A granite face turned upon me,
Stoic, immutable, fascinating,
The seas, calm and blue, I watch:
Beneath my skin, ripples run, shudder,
Below the surface, current yields no resonance.
There is no reflection of the sky.
Heartbeats of thunder, buried,
Beyond the horizon unheard,
A rushing gale engulfing an island,
Tearing rust and blood
from the bent bones of trees,
dumbing their whispers.
The soft light of death
Falls to the ground, silent,
Deposits a cold
So intense,
That the sea becomes land,
The landscape amorphous,
Empty,
Unfathomable.
A subtle thaw takes hold
An unindulgent disclosure,
As the rain, urgent and frustrated,
As the warm, f
