01
the room you did not enter
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a corridor of doors, all unlocked. you chose the corridor. the choice is the silence.
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a silent cathedral wired with cold light. enter unhurried, leave nothing behind.
“the door was already open, and yet we knocked.”
02
the word you did not say
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it lived in the throat for nine years. when at last it left, it took the rest of the sentence with it.
03
the hour that was not kept
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four a.m. the kettle was on. nobody arrived. the kettle did not mind. it sang for itself.
“listen to the things that did not happen.”
“a wheel that turns without grinding.”
vespers.
a single cymbal hit, held until the ear forgets the word for sound.
“the lamp is lit. nothing is illuminated.”
walk back the way you came, slower.
simai · moe · MMXXVI