Siren, Blind

So they sent their ravishing voices out across the air and the heart inside me throbbed to listen longer. — Homer, The Odyssey That voice was a lamentation. Calmer now. It's in the silence after you feel you hear. — James Joyce, Ulysses [It] is still conceivable that someone might possibly have escaped from their singing; but from their silence certainly never. — Franz Kafka, The Silence of the Sirens There are ships that sail in the periphery, invisible to temptation or desire. For such travelers, nothing is lost. No helm broken by rocks, they remain obscured by mist, marginalia to the horizon. Many would risk ravage for ecstasy, but instead they journey towards the vanishing point — swallowed by the waves of an ebbing surf, blind to those who beckon from that fatal shore.