A Violent Song of Silence

More than half the words I’ve heard this day are barely more than noise. The louder the sound from swollen chords the sadder seems that voice. Fine silence is sought and never found while syllables creep along. My sanity wades through waves of pride while insanity sings it’s song. Break the rhythm! That shallow game! Wonder and shake, undress the shame, with clarity peirce societies veil with vanity your passions tame. Rip, upend, quit pretense, climb Great Babylons wall. A single word of solemn thought, a single skirmish in a battle fought, a finer tune in a clash of songs, lines and lines of longer prose lack power as powerful plans are laid like bricks on bricks on bricks and stacked so high our vanity cracks the sky and we’re forced to lie and live and lay in rest while the rest of us plug our ears. These are my greatest fears. No sincerity. No honesty. No truth. This is our own calamity, our pride, our lack of power that brimming with vanity had our brothers climbing the tower. The next time you speak, rise above your feet and climb til time no longer screams and shrieks nor bares its teeth at feelings for feelings sake. Send a thought with scent not bought at Lucifers convenient counter when next you voice a valiant phrase with vengeance silence the clamour.