You are to kill me.
I am tongue. I am expression of thought.
I am revelation of conscience.
I am identity and I am definer of knowledge.
You are the off switch of contemplation,
creator of false drama and
hanging moments, the appellant to
You are repellent of sophistication
for fear of losing the mass of imagined
uncomplication. You are budget and
the science of demography and driver
of simplified-greed buy one get two
buy five for three commerce.
I am tongue.
I am thought into words. I am description
of the indescribable. I am music of
the soundless mind. I am pricker to tears
I am stretcher of horizons. I am inner voice
surfaced into scratched black. I am
rhyme and reason and soul into poetry.
But you are to kill me.Share on Facebook