gesture_drawings
in a silent way
she
presses
her
palms
to
the
wood
of
her
door
and
she
feels
like
a
motherless_child
singing
a
sad
,
slow
song
with
every
chorus
removed
and
each
verse
stretched
so
far
past
the
point
of
breaking
that
the_sound_of
distant
moaning
becomes
the_sound_of
life
itself
,
until
the
next
tactile
sensation
sets
off
another
chain_of_thoughts
that
lead
to
another
unlit
place
.
she
feels
her
way
through
the
darkness
,
guided
by
instinct
and
impulse
, scanning
the
landscape
of
her
mind
through
closed
eyes
,
seeing
without
being
seen
.
130106
...
in a silent way
and
here
is
a
place
beyond
all
thought
or
feeling
.
beyond
words
.
more
of
a
moment
than
a
place
,
but
a
moment
that
extends
in
all
directions
,
for
one
brief
blemish
on
the
face
of
eternity
.
here
is
now
.
130106
...
in a silent way
a
grey
sky
threatening
rain
a
promise
undelivered
shaded
with
wanting
a
blanket
of
clouds
unresolved
and
you
a
crystal
in
that
sky
130107
...
in a silent way
i
ghost
myself
and
try
to
haunt
you
in
that
quiet
space
between
your
dreams
.
by
the
time
you
wake
,
you
won't
remember
anything
that
passed
between
us
.
maybe
it's
better
that
way
.
130108
...
in a silent way
amplify
the
accidents.
130109
...
in a silent way
i'm
not
trying
to
be
your
noble
son
i'll
deny
it
until
my
teeth
disintegrate
and
i'll
be
smiling
with
a
mouthful
of
holes
brought
on
by
lying
in
the
face
of
certainty
and
madness
this
is
my
curse
our
observers
are
sitting
on
the
beat
they
say
nothing
they're
content
to
muscle
up
and
keep
their
eyes
peeled
for
anything
amiss
they're
not
singing
but
if
you
listen
long
enough
you'll
hear
they're
rattling
their
bones
a
deep
and
hollow
sound
a
message
for
those
found
through
means
out
of
the
ordinary
130110
...
in a silent way
there
is
no
need
to
clench
your
fists
when
what
you're
holding
onto
isn't
even
there
130112
...
in a silent way
my
mistress
is
a
torn
bag
of
leaves
i
burn
her
just
to
warm
my
dirty
face
and
taste
the
smoke
no
grieving
will
allay
the
city
sleeps
in
fits
and
starts
in
search
of
hands
to
hold
its
brittle
heart
and
feel
it
tremble
the
whole
night
through
130114
...
in a silent way
the
sun
cuts
the
snow
like
it's
whispering
a
secret
.
you
listen
with
your
eyes
.
130121
...
in a silent way
and
the
eyes
hear
things
the
ears
are
indifferent
to
.
the
eyes
hear
best
when
they're
closed
.
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