“Come join me”
A long drawn voice tired out to say
“I see why they make you this way”
Refusing to utter a lie, having no voice to sigh
This hum of an understanding
Breezing with vibes like the frozen wind
A wandering of its means started to settle just then
…all of these reasons to , how do I say, simplify
For a better understanding
Needing to elaborate for over standing
The internal source still decided to lie
As a way of …
This way of….
Not having a reason to why.
“the stillness I held then became disrupted ;all these new –fond of, “we go with you’s”; afraid of the malice they played in the day–the bones they picked at night. Holding me internally captive –this mental bond aged.”
—Mitchell, Tierra (ae)