I am aware of this moment
at least as aware as it is of me.
I am moved by this movement,
as much as a motionless man can be.
These musical strains strain to be heard,
and stampede upon my mind, a motionless herd.
I take as much pain as can be taken,
and injest into my mind these painful points.
I fake as much serenity as can be faked,
and caress with salve these swollen joints.
This shattering silence breaks me,
and takes me
to the moment of mourning.
This peaceful violence rapes me,
and shapes me,
to the silence of my morning