Would A woman as You turn away
For what THEY say? My sight shouts from Sheol
While missiles of imprecations
Bless their detonations against my flesh
Mortal spirits hear this-the Aloness
Of a Witness wandering wastes and wonders
Blanketed by moonlight, thus blackened, hence one
Hears a blight burrow into the world
As though a tree tricked by Kali to grow
An anti-life birthing berries
whiter than dissolution. Would you,
A siren singing my drowning, offer
This fruit to me, or beg my leave?
Would you allow THEM to say you? What say You?
Enfold yourself in my arms & know no harm
–A hymn of Silence reigns now