Behold, the people are all one, and they have all one language, and this only is the onset of their will…. And now, no thing will be withholden from them which they might conceive.
-Genesis 11:6
So we’ve come to know how dull our words ring
And through lies we shall see their tainted hypocrisy
I have seen the light of our lost cause
But still yet have nothing to say
My thoughts run thin and cry to be heard amongst the chaos
Still feels like they won’t obey
I am left with nothing said
There is beauty ever hidden in the breach
Torn within from us without mercy
The perfect paradox of lending words of wisdom
knowing full they are dull and grey
So often they come and say
“We’ll honor you with the true vision of truth
If only you’d join us in the sacristy…”
So false and forced are your words
they follow suit from sophistry
Regressed are we who believe:
To reify words founds them real
Wrought iron has kept shape from its willful forging
But never is it denied its supple Nature
Let go of your conceited aerie
Let silence beget its true and utter meaning
Nusuth, names are not meant for us
I have seen the light of our cause
I am still, nothing to say
My thoughts are silent, and yet are heard in the chaos
As if there is none to obey
I prefer to leave nothing said
There is beauty torn from within us
What great violence could ever move this majesty?
Will your words achieve it?
The heart of man is set on this trivial absurdity
No matter, I prefer to leave nothing said
The tragedy of this is that we won’t recognize it
Nothing is quite without its opposite
Let your conceits go – Silence your mind
Listen to the ebb and flow and follow
Idolized words that without mind are insignificant
I no more know its worth.