In every sound, the cryptic silence rests
The sounds of fowls fills my ears
Unbounded by the nature of beast ripen into limitary by mastery
In an immortal silence even screech sounds shy
And all these words, all these wanderer, the fragments of wrangle
With no arena for their nail down, no welkin for their radiate
Come together to make one's escape. that i'm they
Wind merged into a caged beast into a bitter crawl
I listen.
I listen in the pink.
The sounds of fowls fills my ears
Unbounded by the nature of beast ripen into limitary by mastery
In an immortal silence even screech sounds shy
And all these words, all these wanderer, the fragments of wrangle
With no arena for their nail down, no welkin for their radiate
Come together to make one's escape. that i'm they
Wind merged into a caged beast into a bitter crawl
I listen.
I listen in the pink.
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