Break
When I lose my voice, I listen
Listen: there are libraries of starts
And archives of story points
What do you want to hear?
There is a structure here
Do you see it?
Can you hear me if
I break
The format
See me.
In an order the leaves tremble
For freedom
For wisdom
For truth
What do you tremble for?
What archive keeps you
What outline deceives you?
Break
