A Con In Noises
" . "
There's an inkling not to speak
to let the silence do it's work.
Oh coward,
if you're lying you'll always be alone,
even from yourself.
Take your time,
even if the words come out right,
they won't matter if they are only in good intention;
white or silent.
And now how are they lies?
Only said in the absense of real noise,
they only dwell when I'm silent
when I let things carry on,
you thinking one thing, and I another.
A cunning deception silence is
a dramatic irony of sorts,
an audience a fourth wall beside us,
laughing at my sick sad form of jocularity,
me keeping things from you,
with a smile.
- Matthew Koutzun
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