These WordsGods! These Words!They flutter and buzzLike fliesAbout my headin some crazedAutonomyto beg the utteranceof some forlorn tongue.To be releasedby colors unjustifiedand disgracedby Southern Mannerisms...Their very presencefeared.And loathedby the Empty Onesbut ever flowing and crashingin the cacophony of perfect Change-Evolution-Betterment.These words, they will be screamed by millionsdespite their lack of voicesand forceful suffocation.Though they know it notthe seed is now sownand gasping to be reborn.Insights are LivingBreathingExisting...Creatures of their own volition!Silencecannot conquer themDistractioncannot crush them...They exist regardlessin the void.Wearing armor of fearless innovationthey shall fightblindlyand wide awake,disparate,dispassionate,but growing and growling,and gnawing,and clawing,forth from the Million Mouthsand Angry Pensof Penniless Poetsand fearful, shivering warriorsof the night.