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Breaking Silence

I broke the silence like a broken record last night.  A free diver shouting "you matter!"  Even the bitch of a fish with the big teeth and a lightbulb saw it coming.  Not morbid curiosity, but real compassion.  I plunged into blackness where bottom feeders run amok.  I am crabs.  So many all of us except for when the vibrations are overwhelming and it was never his but yours.  The tiny hairs and a sonic heartbeat.  The sharp edges becoming wings and we fly over the horizon to catch the light before it burns out.  That light is yours not his.  You feel sun not him.  And the waves cover my ears.