a flight from red fires to white ice
touches the story of two silences
one, pulverized in a volcanic storm
other, reclining on a pond of calm
one silence in awe, in dread
choked in fear, in fantasy
limbs stirred so by voices
outside one’s head
another silence, in peace, in love
happy in a land, in one’s nest
none stepping on the other
chasing nothing but freedom
drawn by a lone voice within
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