It Falls

The world doesn’t fall
because of the noise of the blind –
It falls because of the silence
Of those who see.

It falls
Not because there is too much pain,
It falls
Because there is no form.

It falls
Not because no one feels –
It falls
Because those who feel
Do not respond.

They retreat
Into beauty,
Into intimacy,
Into art.

And there,
Their strength dissolves
Into aesthetics,
But the truth…
Remains untouched.