i watch those with power do nothing
those who hide in closests scatter like ****roaches
those who maintain the peace hold the form
those who don't speak
that speak only to cease speech in another
i dream more and more
my friend says wait something happening on the eleventh
coming together for purpose of action
drawing threads
why speak?
how not to speak
the tulios hide in a closet somewhere thinking they have all '
the time in the world
they do not
still no body speaks
is the ears deaf to the mouth
does the mother now save herself?
where is the new and what is done
the high chinned lift brows and run back to the old
dying fire peace of burden for work and light another in its place
normalcy is for the home
the orbits belong to be united in purpose
This is beautiful, sumerianrain