A silent spectator to
The incessant ramblings of lost souls.
An existence defined by the very silence.
Yes a silence-
But one that unfurls itself into a series of meanings.
Lest words do not form
A way to define and interpret
The images that transform
To form sights,soon forgotten.
Encompassed within the closed lips
Are words that bring to mind
New worlds-Indescribable
May be inconsequential too
Yet their need to spill
Pampers an innocuous vanity.
Never give in
As all may be lost
For none any better.