Symbiotic Silence
- Anthony Maida
- Nov 18, 2022
- 1 min read
Slowly led
out from our cage,
the blaring motors
that were our age.
And grassy meadow
with cooling breeze,
with warming sun
and minds at ease.
I finally reached
your field of violets,
I think I like this
Symbiotic Silence.
Suddenly thrust
upon your stage,
struck with fright
at your young age.
And blinding lights
with thousand eyes,
with sweating palms
and another prize.
You and I stand together—
Motionless.
I ran off stage,
the sudden violence,
I couldn't take this
Symbiotic Silence.
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