Pens...
These Words
Gods! These Words!
They flutter and buzz
Like flies
About my head
in some crazed
Autonomy
to beg the utterance
of some forlorn tongue.
To be released
by colors unjustified
and disgraced
by Southern Mannerisms...
Their very presence
feared.
And loathed
by the Empty Ones
but ever flowing and crashing
in the cacophony
of perfect Change-
Evolution-
Betterment.
These words, they will be screamed by millions
despite their lack of voices
and forceful suffocation.
Though they know it not
the seed is now sown
and gasping to be reborn.
Insights are Living
Breathing
Existing...
Creatures of their own volition!
Silence
cannot conquer them
Distraction
cannot crush them...
They exist regardless
in the void.
Wearing armor of fearless innovation
they shall fight
blindly
and wide awake,
disparate,
dispassionate,
but growing and growling,
and gnawing,
and clawing,
forth from the Million Mouths
and Angry Pens
of Penniless Poets
and fearful, shivering warriors
of the night.
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