Thieves in Ties

Tell me- Do you not see the crumble in these bricks? Their passing silt; sad should the wind know of this. You see, don't you-The cracks- they spill the truth of these walls.

Look with me Brother. Watch as the pavement waits unmoved in our years; our sweat not dripping from these nooses. Watch how calm our necks placed between them.

And at the ringing: still ringing shrill – no waver should try divert our step. It is to the assigned now, you see, for all in shackles; Swiftly to the cells in which we sit, forever not knowing why. Dabbling in thoughts we should not think.

Do you know why, my Friend? Why this youth I so possessed, should be tarnished, switched in night as I sunk in prospect; ill-interwined conjecture – Please, rid the Contrite of birth upon naked Culture.

And do not ask of those Dreams, it would seem I have forgotten now, why I ever dreamed. You see, I look into those gates as I trudge down before them, the Winds silencing the rushing of the Roads. Mad men-running free and sane toward emptiness and...

and then Normality shoves me in line again. Friend, please quite the Crowds now: they mutter too Contently upon their scripts.