Resist the Silence

Drained, 
a rusty 
artificial well. 

Nothingness 
presents itself 
in full form. 

Standing 
like 
STATUES 
spread across the city. 

I know they exist. 
And that 
is enough. 

Their names, 
their stories, 
told 
or 
untold, 

will not fill 
the 
V A S T N E S S. 

The pursuit 
has a long 
grey path. 

Every word 
pretends 
to be bold.  

My mind 
plays detective, case suspended, 
meaning on hold.  

Opinion. 
Analysis. 

Grand ideas. 
Weighty stories. 

Reserved for those
who can afford to read and listen.