Even if we say nothing deliberately
trying a complete silence,
we will find that the world, as a response,
sends to us some air.
Silence is only a collapse
in the excess of choppy turn.
Is worthless to close the box,
there is always a splinter of disturbance.
All in all, if the ear gives up
and flies free to be aware of what’s there
will hear the kindly waves,
the resonant perseverance of the sea.
And listening to the anesthetic din
and its high unforeseen content,
suddenly, an atmospheric speech
will appear insinuating the motive: