What did you do? Fear turned to hate? Red into blue? Lust flipped boredom, violet to black? False contradiction? Fiction to fact? A poet’s words are his breath… Is silence his death?
How the poet was silenced:
Eye contact of an invisible thread, the psychic nano-tube intra-neuronal link: you didn’t take my breath, or steal my speech… You: ———————————————– then we broke eye contact. That moment lasted less than a minute, it resonates and reverberates like blinking echoes. And I want to be speechless more.