Scream Silence Yon
hundredthousendfold
sweeps the doubt so merciless
beyond our fragile thoughts
cherished by in-innocence
and rude we ride our roots
and care the scares we bitterly
endure devoted to
the thorns of all our wasted tears
:|| and all
tears we'd undergo
can't our lies
countervail in gold
nous so impetuous
nous obliged to keep the silence
by the forge of gloom
quite polite we bear our fears
and all ...
back from yon
and caught in winter
turn we on
a circle line
