crescendo of silence

i would dive into the deep water
to plunge into the cold dark
and sink into an isolated quiet
where even the sound of breathing
is stopped by a fear of death
and even the fear of death
is stopped by the temptation
to take a breath
and then listen to the drums
beat out their last
a timpanic end to sound
with a silent crescendo

a black and blissful, blazing silence

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