It's the invisibility of space
that makes it so appealing to the eyes.
It's what we cannot hear that makes each sound
a prized possession
and a silence so profound,
for silence too is spatial
and space a place for resonance.
We long for both,
their attributes and shape,
the way they fold around us and become
one gown to hide our nakedness.
We wear it like a shroud.
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