I admit
I succumbed
to the temptation
of building a silence
The bliss
of the perfect vitreous body
Shadowed only by
The mist of thought
Is my artisan ego
The only thing
I still share with you
Is the guilt
of killing the wish
to shatter it
Once the first sound
Is uttered.
Illustration generated by Bing AI, in the style of Miro, prompted by the poem


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