Too Much Of Silence

He knew
too much
of silence.
The flood
that issued
from his pen
sprang from
a deep well
of hush.
To hear
nothing
for too long
can become
a deadly
weight
to bear.
Solitude
and madness
coexist
uneasily;
a line emerges
one dare
not cross,
and yet... .
The endless
conversation
within
his head
cried out
for flesh.
Where
are the
living ears
for the
human word
that demands
resonance
in the physical
world?
Where is
the body
for the breath?
He knew
too much
of silence.
  - mce