My good friend Silence is here
His company is comforing in my travels
Tunnels of purple and yellow hint of joy
Iridescent light spots in the sole of the Iris
Green eyes and a bleeding spirit
Seeping through the pores of eistence
An essential escape of the potentially great
Floating along streets wearing a comfortably fitting mask
Silence tugs at my sleeve
His fingers intertwined with strands of memories
Memories that I dare not braid
'Who am I ?'
--"Rather not." suggests the Right.
Silence adjusts the mask
The mask skews my Sight
Blunt and bold he tears it down
My good friend Sience is no longer around.