living is in the silence

in the breakage and pauses

of action

everything beautifully orchestrated

has not been created

but meticulously etched away

at what always was

by omission,

by slumber,

by numbness…

and the most exceptional rarities

are sculpted

by deep and solemn hurt

A solemness that dares to halt…

life is not a flow

but an eternal stagger

of chaos and quietude.