Death of ‘nous’

I think we failed to tell us something

Something that should have made space

Betwixt the silences

And yet unbound quietly; come and go

Without imprints, without stabbing.

But forced silences do not leave space

They are louder than words,

They stab until I am no more you and you me.

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