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Know me

by Marya Zilberberg

Can you see me?
I live in the dark matter
Between the lines.
Can you hear me?
My music resides
In-between these symbols.
Can you sense me?
My breath is curled
Inside the letter “C.”
You will know me at the period
At the end of the sentence.
Stop. Fully. Know me.


The name of suffering

by Marya Zilberberg

At some times in life
Suffering has a name.
A stake in the ground,
A face, an image
Stamped upon the
Existential sorrow that
Cleaves spirit,
Shallows breath,
Narrows vision,
Slithers up to the marrow’s belfry
To pull the rope
Again and again,
Until the ringing has
Replaced all thought,
And all you see
Is the image
Of the name.