the extant silence leaping

far into the horizon embodied

with quietude. the stillness

of his mouth in cadence blowing

through like the wind.

a black boy blooms like a flower

in a garden of noise holding

on to his own silence. the rhythm

of laughter-reaches high

to a crescendo from streaming

screens. the tangled terminal

unknotted into a loose

frayed end. how likely is it

for a black man to dense rigidity

with silence entwined with humor?

many things unsaid dissolves,

in reverse, sometimes silence

is a light year louder than motion.