Bird As Fish

Late last night, when I couldn't sleep, and the silence was weighing too heavily upon my chest, I got up and walked along the cement. The orange-yellow moon caught my eye, and I thought to it, "You and I, Moon, have a lot in common." No one ever looks at the moon or finds beauty or wonder in its silence, and it has seen so much, so many lives, so many wars, and yet sits quietly in the sky. The silence weighs on both of us.
Oh damned silence.
I hate you.
I hate you with all of my being.
And you cover me, shroud-like.
And you still my breath to whispers.

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