we never met you, but cry out your lovely name:
our tears wash away each day our lasting shame.
you are the eternal living perfect master;
more than anything, we long to hear your laughter.
all the world’s noise is so much acoustic garbage-
the “best and brightest” amount to stinking verbiage.
the bird of twilight sang to the reticent rose;
my heart broke into anguish, and my mind froze.
we have no hope but in cutting our own dear throat;
our remedy is to repeat nothing at all, by rote!
a thousand wasted lives stampede toward your presence;
a million twisted words surrender in your silence.
in a moment, darvish remembers your promise:
“some day you will hear me laugh and feel my kiss”!
