In The Heart of Hurt.


Clear away the rubble
And what is left is –
What is left?

Silence all that is spoken
And experience the fear
That desire and frustration create.

Close your eyes to what you create
And hear it crumble
Even before you extend your hands to feel the rubble.

Clear away the rubble
And what is left is –
A chain of words swishing to whip you into existence.