"Greetings and all that!" the happy man cried,
debased and down-at-guard,
eyes alight, full of rapt expectation,
hanging on your first words...
bated breath for your utterances but...
you nod and that's all folks.
It's interpreted as a simple nod,
a flinch in these bright lights.
Still, you ignore, feeling sure in your
dreamlike and carried world,
covered in their sick blood and corruption,
passed from expectant souls
to holes. All they want is a word... a word!
Will you break your silence
and give it to them?
SiKee, '08
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