i serve the silence

i serve the silence

within the folds of silence

there is a noise

a voice

constantly beckoning

for my reckoning

and the awakening

of my greater self

all riddles have answers

i am told

all solutions

serve the equation

for that is their duty

i am listening

and i await the lighting

of the candle

that i may remove the bushel

that all in the room may see

and again the formulas fails

where, what is that cloak

that veils the essence

of this light within

casting dispersion upon self

to what end does that serve

does it validate sin’s presence

of that of the illusion

the age of confusion

is upon us

twirling and knitting

and gnarling and sitting

working convexments

around and through

the minds of men

that we may create our own delusions

by the dozens

wholesaling our souls

to the highest bidders

bloodied esteems

litter the landscapes

of the promises we dream of

for some, it is all we have left

dreams so we may think on it

so why not think on

about the uselessness

of aspiring thoughts

which are tethered

neither to deed not intent

the jackal captures the imaginings

in the throes of carnality

revealing the futility

of our mountains of civility

laced with the bitters

the poisonous flavors

of protocol

and the call

is unanswered

so this is why

i chose the silence

though it is but another tease

i yet still seek it

here upon my proverbial knees

listening for that voice i serve

for

i serve the silence

(c) 18 January 2012 : William S. Peters, Sr.

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