Desending on those words, unsaid
with wings of passion, eyes of dread.
Look through shadows on the wall;
tempt the lightening, so trees won't fall.
Utter precisely a "yes" or "no",
forgetting the layers that linger below.
Pose me pretty on the witness stand;
argue a case with your head in the sand.
It's simple and certain you'll win a fight
focusing frienzied on the black and white.
Yet what of the truth that logic must play
when catptured complexity is locked away?
What am I now in this tired old shell?
The hand made mold of what you must sell.
A characature, a cut and paste role
is all that is me when you forfiet my soul.