SILENT TOPOLOGY

In awe of silence
The rush of life passes by

The darkness bloat
In the swell of shadow

Mobius strips reshape itself
In any stretch of life

The toy top
Toggles between the sides

Even the leaf, plucked
Will not screech

The air salutes
The parting move

As the rain comes
The ocean bellies out

Earthy the blotting paper
Which soaks the moisture out

Many journey traversed
In meekness and meanness

Wearing the blinders
To fix the gaze

If the words could juggle
The magic between hell and heaven

Waiting to shed
A layer of silence

The wholeness of all, respects
The topology of silence