This is what is, This is how it shall be done.
In times of silence we speak, without thought A Few words, Meaning nothing, explaining everything. Tumble Fall Spill from open mouths to awaiting ears We listen. An abrupt word, flows into a cascading sentence Virtuous ambitions, Driven by madness, entropy beckons Craving Lusting Wanting speech to end, and silence to return. We disobey. A Vicious circle, spun full Cycle, Words within words, Meanings blurred through emotion Gurgle Splutter Speak the language, break first bonds We begin. Written October 30th, 2001 © on Oct 30 2001 08:37 AM PST 18 • 0 • 10
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"In times of silence we speak, without thought..."