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Perhaps, we are negotiating

not just with one, but always two

(who share the same soil, it is true)

one who lives, another who is dying

A shift in balance begins to take place

once a love of silence is confessed

its roots run deep, its shade a world

and her fruits impossible to forget

From the first, we surrender something

and, gradually, consent to be emptied

seduced by so much soundless music

drunk and sated through lipless mouths

What use to name this silent master

preparing us for dying or the Divine

—I’m not sure there is a difference—

but know in embracing, we let go.