Our Silence is Made of Voices
Our words and ideas
aren’t for the ears of others.
Their path is circular
endless
invisible
inscribed inside us
from the heart to the brain
and reverse.
(It has exquisite circular meanders
fully lit sauntering stoas).
Our words and thoughts charge,
press into the interior space —
and our words, whispers, or verse
we hear echoing inside us,
branch to the depths and feed us.
They add our innumerable voices
to our external inexpressible silence.
Manolis Aligizakis 