peeling back time
i'm drawn to the bared soul of this place, all attempts to make pretty what was already pretty but somehow besmirched by time, each layer giving up its own ghost as time peels back what is and was revealing the simple stratification of brick on mortar . . .
let me commune, then, commune with your silence,
clear as a light, and pure as a ring.
you are like night, calmed, constellated.
your silence is star-like, as distant, as true.
excerpted from "i like you calm, as if you were absent" by pablo neruda