Wordless utterances
grasping to communicate
landing short
of all they attempt
to adjudicate

And still they fall
somewhere and grow
like seeds of deep things
and emotions echoed

Cries that bind
the soul attuned
to speechless wild
and orbit-less moons

Shout the void
and bring the empty
rainless clouds
over the brainless gentry

Send the message
by light or sound
until they finally
drag the whole thing down

For we are foreigners
in a land of lies
but we cannot hear
what we cannot surmise

Owning souls alone
does not one permit
on their faux thrones
to idly sit

(March 28th, 2018)