A Pattern for Silence

I shall become a shadow tailor
cutting straight with my scissors
until everyone will wear a proper dress

either rich or poor in spirit
they will see a starless sky in the mirror
birds of fire will burn out
like wedding candles

all of them will go to the market
carrying their sacks with words
the deal will be fair
silence will weigh heavier
between truthful words
love will be priceless
death a kind of love
with perfectly twinned nights

I won’t trim trees’ shadows
letting them grow or lessen
alike the moon

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