Because
Silence looks for
A naked guilt
And collapses, darkly
In miniatures
Of a surreal - infinity
To the nth. time

You see
The hypnosia of - war
Deadened and muted
By the scowlings
Of the unwise assassin
- to keep you up
At bay of love, love...

The assassin
Rapes you - in silence
Of darkness, so darkly
To freeze you
As stillborn of love
In fear and scare
Of the old street
Lying dead
Of splintered mosaics

You stare back
At hues
No sooner than the older foes
To gaze a horny look
Barely - at the white mischief
- of minstrel musings
As the assassin rapes you
In infinity of nth. time...

Assassin! Assassin!
I scowl at the assassin
As I see you
Raped and loved
Mockingly
Mutated the cosmic genes
On harping lyre
In hushed notes of silence
And darkness so entwined
So to ask for forgiveness
As the splintered mosaic
Breaks its eyes
On the old forlorn street.

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