Black Silence

black silence
fills
every breath
dying
unto itself,
stretched
over one
precious moment;

to live one life -
this one,
when every door,
every window,
is tightly shut,
when every leaf
on the lone tree outside
speaks silence,

you learn to live
for yourself,
for no other;
for it is in
that blackness
and deathly silence
that you know
how to truly live -

to live and die
with every breath
stretched thin,
dying
unto itself,
into that
black silence
refilled.