Infect

My words come off the page in a way I cant explain; almost three dimensional in their plane From the craters they have leapt and falling just the same, secrets now unkept, fade away like pain But from the gallows they echo, last words to match the mellow feelings that amass in these moments we share fellow Longing ellipses of silence pass and I try not to sound crass but alas, the dismally dwindling delight does draw, a moth to the flame an utterance of a name, fading away in to the night, this play of words is my plight. So pay no attention to the man behind the curtain, for tis certain he hides there in shame, so remember not his name does it truly matter or just the thought he brings to spark? listen for its hark! A request for rejection, to incite a new direction eternally begging the question, what will be your mark? Just one heart? or the lot? Recycled thoughts can make anew, but toxic is the brew for ideas are the plague most true which is why I write to you. To infect and merge our mental DNA to incite conspiracy deliriously for we the victors will write our history