by Sergey Mikhaylov, from Between the Jaws of Time
Echo knows a border, but only one—
The one, which divides sound and silence.
Echo is free to dwell in the both.
Like a bird of passage, that has lost its way,
It flies over the border—from summer to winter—
And dies away.
- - -
The border between sound and silence
Is composed of black crosses of larks—
Lost, they have died on their homeward way.
- - -
Echo itself is a dyke and a trotyl.
For every sound breaches the dyke,
Leaving the speaker drowned in silence.
Silence gives birth to echo too. But as the echo,
Born by sound, differs from sound by rising
Levels of silence, so the echo of silence
Differs from silence, that gave birth to it,
By swelling sound, that afterward
Reaches that value, which makes it be able
To give birth to echo, that afterward
Drowns by itself...............................
Thus, the one, who has answered "forever",
Is overtaken by silence that shouts "never".
Two silences are given to man:
The one surrounds him,
The other fills.
Man becomes the third one,
Listening as his words echo in those two.
Two words are given to man:
Yes and no.
He becomes the third one—a verb of time,
Flowing between the one and the other.
Two times are given to man:
Before him and after.
He is in between and follows the both.
Two lives are given to man.
He is the difference.
[Thanks Jonathan Carroll!]