It Continues
They are all voiceless.
Forced into quiet by the
constant present threat of
violence.
…flowing milk down drainage pipes…
I exist, to be, the exeption to the rule The compliance with resistance The sunshine in the rain. I persist, to see, the renewal of the old The life within persistance The light inside an instant What might be hidden gold. I breath, to feel, the shouting in the silence, The holliness in madness The…