Silence and the Speaker

God stopped talking to me
I hear no more corrections
No support, no clarifications,
No crystallizations in my mind
Of the things that God intended,
Not even in my dreams
To elaborate on the interweaving
Of the commons and community

God has stopped talking to me
My mind is hollow, a breeze in a trap
Where locusts breed their carnal envy
I am like a failed sun, no light
Comes from me, no seismography can be tolerated, no,
Not between the doorway and the twiddled stem