SILENCE

As if
through bloody branches
you clamber toward the light.

And here even dreams are like
a network of tendons.

What can you do? We on earth
play at being people.

But there—
are refuges of clouds
and partitions
of the dreams of God,
and our silence, which we have broken,

because somewhere in the depths
we made it
visible and audible.

And here we speak with voices
and are seen in shades of color,
but no one will hear our true voices,

and, having become purest light
we will not recognize one another.