Sound Of Silence
it started with a seed
then roots grew up through the planted soil
the mere vortex that light trascends,
a challenge to be free is a question of time
laughter but a muse
violet eyes with no apparel,
whispers on the blackened state of death
clear view of choice
I saw millions upon millions bowing
through a vast corridor
the radiance of sharpened maggot infested feces
alone cross the corridor of my soul
there's a reason to last
the match a flask of deafening blows
amidst the emmense violence
there beats heads with the sound of silence
it is of no coincidence all to take part in the lasting kiss
love's brigade to persist
through Willows snatch away the pollen in my membrane
lest I refrain a distant flight
forget the night the day is far too spent
to develop solid confidence
a wish through nailed pierced hands
what equated logical persuasion has begun
falling ever falling from a firm grasp
order to disorder with pillars
vespers fueled by love's gait
we each seek to contemplate