what is the sound of the monk's silence?
yes, i am asking you. you the muse, you the teacher, you the man, you the mirror of my imperfection, you the want of my strength; i am asking you what the sound of this monk's silence is.
i ask you what the smell of the moon is, what the perfume of the hours will bring, and i ask you all the impossible questions that i can only ask of you.
you have constantly been around dancing in the silence of my numbness. you tempt me, you seduce me, you are indulgence in flagrant!
my desire for you shall not cease, yet my lust has no desire. my power is infinite, yet my strength is not.
i get a tremulous shimmer of vindication, and i think of you. you are the very ecstasy of an abstraction.
