The Truth of Flesh

For the sake of silence,
we have to distance ourselves
from these delineating radiant figures and shapes,
from

the very act of radiation!
from
these fake undeniable certainties,
from the truth of flesh
that only
time reputes
by preserving.

Each figure is a silence
shrivelled
in the onslaughts of waves.
Each wave is silence
that like an aeroplane
is looking for its landing strip.

Only when we connect all the dots
we realize
that we have never been
apart.