Fury  © 1997 by Andrew C. Ng


DESTRUCTION
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Spinning, swirling, tumbling, cursing round
Pulling, tearing, screaming, bursting sound
Oh, silent, silent sound

No voice, raging, screeching, tearing noise
electrical impulses screaming
to empty unfeeling scab filled walls,
grasping freedom, freedom feels.

Too long silent, too long lis't but unheard.
Withered branches, roots not yet in death
incessant birthing; pain and anguish,
fear and need; pain and anguish die.

Release, grasp, undead, dead; die and die.
Swinging, torn, reach out, caress, don't touch
a different time, I am master; I command.
No voice to you, no truth in you.

No pain,                            
                       the scab filled walls remain
and you,                            
                      Oh, silent, silent sound.©  
~RAC 6-79~


                  

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