& cut heads will speak

I am not a silent poet

we survive
in long
…………..occlusion
is no air here
no fresh
way of saying

………….they made a god
in someone’s image.they
move the strings

………….a rope
too tight.a noose

to silence

……………….these pages
close.a cut
head does not speak

they think.listen
……………….hear the verses
sing triumphant

..

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