creation

the silence started at 8
right when the sun was setting
it grew from the yellow dusk
tasting the edges
growing black.
18 degrees below the horizon
there were no words
smelled like spilled beer,
sewing skin together
a piece from 2002,
with no color.

Further back,
sundown at 5, 1981
light started scattering
bouncing off dirt and smoke
left no words
that a five year old would understand.

Fast forward it's 1985
learning to trip on forbidden words
learning to stay quiet,
learning not to speak.