silence is all the noise I can hear;
nothingness is all the pain I can bear;
the coat is tattered I wore, and
I have nothing that I can tear.
unholy.
evenly rude and corrupt.
can I even curse my fate?
ah! it harps again
and my ears burn;
my eyes cannot speak, ah any more!
the ever-rising ocean drunk all it could.
who is still alive at the shore?
intelligent or intelligence?
which came later and which one before?
alok mishra