The Truth is in my reflection.
He speaks when I am silent,
those desires of when we are separate.
I have an unfilled cast,
that measures every line
upon my face,
Where each greek tradgedy
can play out upon my toungue
where the sound of
Alas, the pains I bear are numberless—
my people now all sick with plague,
our minds can find no weapons to serve as our defense.
settles in upon the curvature of the ear.