There is a silence in this country
On this land
A silence of no worries, and fewer thoughts leaving space to wander
Walk freely
On this land
Rain fills up the footsteps you left behind in the mud of a grass field stretching out next to a train track
Always a church far away, in sight
There is a silence in this country
On this land
A silence of no worries, and fewer thoughts leaving space to wander
Sigh in the night
Sing at the bus stop
It won’t really matter and you will be appreciated
You’re not always right to break the silence with your opinion
Sigh in the night
Sing at the bus stop
The more noise the closer the silence
Rain fills up the footsteps you left behind in the mud of a grass field stretching out next to a train track
Amp up the noise, remember the words that hurt, and save them for the moments you channel tactility
Noise as a reference for comparison
Compared to Silence
Tactile silence in the fields filling up your muddy footsteps with fresh rainwater
You smell it
On this land, next to the train tracks
Slowly, step by step
Three ways to move your hands
Don’t
Make
A
Sound
Ssssst
Be still
Listen
Feel
Channel tactility
- Pinch your fists closed
- Caress carefully compare
- Push and pull
We’re telling stories, in this land of silence
Silence for some, noise for others
It can be tiny, that’s okay
Walk freely
On this land
Three ways to move your hands always a church in sight it can be tiny ssssst the train is coming now sigh in the night
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