‘Til his arrow falls pierces painless, silencing a heart.
so i raced straight into the lights,
but first you must wipe yourself clean and extract your sanity from the daycare of snakes, lost in their coils chasing their tails. Surely you know how this ends?
But it would not last, this trip down the yellow brick road of bright shiny objects.
Their silence, a red carpet on which the powerful are free to flaunt their abuse to their world.
A new language now is
Spoken in silence
Time will tell
The bamboos worn