XVII

awestruck.

i stand speechless beside you.

for i can't look away either

from the titanic cracks in this dam.

silence.

hangs in the air over our shoulders.

it brushes the roots of our hair

and the creases by our eyes.

it strokes the smalls of our backs

and the tips of our elbows.

it yawns at us,

here i am

the gaping absence

of the thunderous sound that should be.

certainly.

you must know.

you must claim certainty of this proven fact.

though we stand on the tipping axis of uncertainty.

as your eyes pierce through the shivering

sweep over the vast concrete face

i tremble.

locked.

all i want to do is tear my eyelids down.

but i am arrested before these fearsome cracks.

and i know what you see.

you must see it.

you must hear it.

the thunderous sound that should be.