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It's really interesting, the difference between creating and consuming, doing both in yourself, to yourself...although the consumption of "everything around me" sounds kind of monster-like, maybe it means nourishing as directly opposed to unhealthy cannibalism and self-depletion. Silence can be so many things....here, it's not neutral to me. Keep posting. Also, love the title.

ugh, there we go with those big all-encompassing words again (which I just edited thanks to you). it's a moulden-oldie, but thanks for running your thumb along the sole of it

edit: lot of I's in here, but many meaning we as a species. our imagination and creativity being the pinnacle of the planet's ever-expanding complexity

I read this as "eye" it just makes sense to me, even if one is blind the imagination is still one big eye. Why would anyone see destruction in our world and find it so satisfying. My mind is reeling again.

because we have a system and culture that benefits and essentially survives on this system. fucked up as it is, its subliminally solid.

glad your mind is reeling, again :)

I have to think about subliminally solid. :)

I think maybe creative ppl are just more attentive to it. not really a question of time. cheers for the textural comment, HF

Wonderfully paradoxymoronical.
So
glad you'e rejoined us in this wasteland.

for however long and to whatever means, I'm glad you're still batting bk

I see this as an infinite cycle of the eternally pulsing body & soul- of creativity ..which in itself needs feeds a (re)-fuelling need of (self-) destruction...

The stress given on "I" --with its clearcut differentiating narrative of creation in its layers -- the first being the as if tangible constructs of bodily existence- "limbs" -the so called currencies we communicate or set or art--- cyclically (feels quickly) done/ undone....towards the  bigger 'soul' of creativity-the (feels-the motherly) Silence- which- is as if perceived as getting lonlier- in the making...This is a Beautiful Chaos .--a breathing irony of an eternal soul flame

all along the stress on the almost nil influence of the outside..the "alien" you put- signifies more the perennial nonperishable self of Silence..in no intake or "consumerism" (I liked the consumer word used...gives a more pragmatic marketing societal ring & tinge of trade & politics  what not worldly dealings..ah do bear my extended thinkings, your succint descripts inspire lots!)


"I have created myself out of silence/into silence"---This is it. no more to say or stress anymore. sums it all up. a "soul" 's  infinity amidst all the lives the births the deaths...juz me i often feel the 'soul' in all:)

This  is power poetry..deep . The Silence. which is the utmost ultmate art this Soul Feels Creates .. Thanks Mr. A.
Sorry I talk too much in your space..but i need to say what unique art inspires. adored!
keep writing..

soul, anima, animus, the unconscious. I don't know -- the force in us beyond our manipulation. can only be fed or starved.

I always love how your comments spill out thru the cracks in the poem. that in itself is a great compliment, so thank you

Mr A. it's been a while.. but this poem is just spot on.

alright stranger. chuffed you think so. hope you're well