You thought that knot of tattered minds would care for you,
That it might pay to trample paths of penitence to the resident god,
And lay your attention in halls of pretended heavens.
Yet you remain invisible, not even a sound which irritates their ears,
And they make signs you deem unintelligible.
Why do you fight the silence when it gives you faux fur to pass
through these beastly glades of angelic predators?
Your home is not here.
You do not have to belong.
You do not have to love these nightshades, nor to have the
flavour of them on your lips.
They will pass into the soil, the essence of them pulled into other planes,
Where they make more stories for minds to feast on.
So glide quietly.
Settle into unpopulated valleys and watch the passing seasons from a distance.
You have learned your lessons and no dominion can make you take on another’s.
Published on: Instagram @between.speak, The Nothing in Between
Date: 20/04/2024, 11/05/2024
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