Who is scared of silence? And who is scarred by it!?
What lays beyond the sky?
What burns beyond the fire?
Where does smoke allude?
What lays beyond the beyond? Reality? And what is reality?
What happens to the soul–
And often does glass break, but seldom does it break! Confusion–reality.
SO you wipe the slate clean…wipe the glass, the crystal as it turns to dust..
But what is the soul made of??
Seldom is it made of glass…seldom does it stay put. Often does it wander…And seldom does it break
What happens to the soul? Heart is a fickle thing…it is a spectacle…a phenomenon.
If it works, it works…if it disintegrates–it still works.
But the soul? It dies…slowly. Or does it.
But the Soul made of Glass–it snaps. It shatters. The unheard sound of how the glass…it tears its bond apart…to diverge…
The unseen…the unheard.
Ah so the body…which is a parasite…feeds off of the soul…Or is it the other way around??
What is the force beyond the great force!
And inside the weak body…the soul—one made of glass….it snaps…demolishes itself…shatters..and not a single thing is felt…Thus, numbness infiltrates…exudes shadows of the so called life…while in actuality the form is of lifelessness…
Where breath is instilled..and so it functions. The thing we call body..the breath is no more a life form.
But what is life…whence the soul remains torn, ripped and broken. A million pieces left unchecked. Whence the heart is still strong, yet weak.
Hark. Silence scars the broken soul. Where do shadows come from?
So Man. How do you do? Why do you survive? What catch is there for you?
There is music in the background–so we all get lost in it.
Man. A shadow.
Soul. Made of Glass.