Surreptitious soliloquy solicit silence.
Under such circumstances do we succeed in slander?
Our lifeless limbs and washed up hymns
Like curdled milk display our apathy.
In quiet desperation doth the lark slumber,
Silently screaming at night
While socially scathing our sins.
While wallowing woefully in our disappointments
Desperate yet sensible
Senile and sedated
Suspended from disbelief and blasphemy
Sliding our sunsets steadily on.
There we stand alone...
Solemn and splendid
Sensuous and sacred
Like scattered ashes on a rainy day
