Your stony silence:
Fertile imagination,
Creates stories
From nothing.
Escape me this world:
Else I may lose my mind,
Shaking from the cold
Inside.
Wait me this boy:
Impatience grows,
Cruel, sullen, slow
Hesitation creeps
Outside:
Swing both ways,
Living proof of a livid
Angel in disguise.
how the ether speaks 