Vibrations & Silence

At the horizon where a

Now larger than

you might

imagine

meets a tomorrow

beyond Belief,

Saint Truth awaits you.

He will appear at

the doorway,

heart-shaped,

and you'll say,

no way, I don't believe it,

how obvious, how

can it be?

You will be the silence

digesting your own questions

into quarks and quasars

beaming back upon yourself

and when you are the silence

your body is not of skin

and forms exposed by light

but vibrations:

You are either music,

noise, or static within

your hitherto silent eternity;

but it depends on so many things

and it is a formidable task

that the sharpest logic

should shake hands with Truth

and not need to see its blood

to know it lives.