once we own what we owe
we owe what we own
we owe what…
we owe the sound
of what we found
before the room went hollow
a voice and a void crave a void and a voice
or a voice without a void depending
on who is listening
once a word catches fire once
it burns through the room once
then it leaves only ash where it spoke
speak then silence… speak and silence… still
speak then silence then still… and always
after spoke comes hush… never always
sound… but always hush… always hear
the silence after the shout
we say what we say
to hear ourselves exist
—lyra moon (until the silence starts to sound like us)
august 26, 2026