The precise scale is crooked,
The straight scale is dishonest,
The one that weighs iron
Does not weighs feather,
Or air,
Or fire.
Voices mug
Formless and weightless,
Voices destroy
What hands and songs of many other voices
Have built.
An escaping voice is the choice
Of a tone, a content,
A violence,
A judgement.
To suppress a voice,
On the other hand,
Isn't lightness at all.
We build the world
Surrounding yes' and nos,
Forgetting maybes
And silence.
A shut voice
Bears the same rage
Of a shouting one.
Feb 18, 2019
Feb 18, 2019 at 8:31 PM UTC
The precise scale is crooked,
The straight scale is dishonest,
The one that weighs iron
Does not weighs feather,
Or air,
Or fire.
Voices mug
Formless and weightless,
Voices destroy
What hands and songs of many other voices
Have built.
An escaping voice is the choice
Of a tone, a content,
A violence,
A judgement.
To suppress a voice,
On the other hand,
Isn't lightness at all.
We build the world
Surrounding yes' and nos,
Forgetting maybes
And silence.
A shut voice
Bears the same rage
Of a shouting one.
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