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Physics

The Science of Change

We don’t notice how silence
comforts and conceals,
fractures and heals,
until one voice
bridges chasms
dividing the silent,
reveals what was,
what remains among us.

Silence is not absence.
Silence is ether compressed
before an echo,
in the moment between
lightning and thunder.

The echo grows
from one voice.
Thunder,
from one bright
lightning bolt.

By markthegrey

I am a biologist, author, poet, professor, and parent. I nest in Aurora, IL with my spouse and about two to four kids.

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