On Silence

Like the opposite of cutting through
An analysis.

When everything is still.

Heavy at the waste.
Undulating grass.

A ripple in the skin.

Space has no echo.

That this thing, this massive thing
is simply defined
by what it has the most of.

Which came first?

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