and silence is devoid of nothing.
There  stand alone yet unbroken
With  after-image as the only token,
 wanted to be gone – to smithereens ! –
Chiseled into pieces of a thousand other scenes,
 am whole and yet  am empty
A dark hole, a soundless entity
Writing words to exist and to be remembered
By others and , a seal burned in the flesh,
And the soul, as dry wood is embered
Before a cloud of dust turns  into mesh.
 wanted to experiment with something else. There  go.