Seclusion and silence

Silence after the intrigue,
What can you do philosophy followed
by the pelican monsters of king Lear,
after the battening storm, there is silence,

when you look at the canopy, the galaxy,
your neck racking, countless stars,
still the planes pierce through
puffy clouds, silence after the

unanswered mystery of the universe,
how life is instilled into the embryo,
the unborn in the cozy womb,
‘child the father of the man’

Cuddled within four walls
absolute silence till it
comes out into this uncanny ,
drum beating silences the

Resilience into silence,
after the last breadth,
silence in the congealed blood,
closed eyes, silence accompanies

to the disrupting graveyard,
but the ashes and the bones
weep for the charred, wailing
coupled with silence.