Don’t speak, human, your words are fallacy,
Rectified, you pretend to kiss my eye,
Frame your display within my sight, tell me,
Without words of bleeding, I extend I.

Lie mute, human, words of yours matter less
Than eternal hell’s awareness. Human,
Lie still, squirming to be self abjures bliss
In finding soul’s solution, if you can.

Don’t cry, human, you’ve been deposed. I know
There is no repose in happiness, no
Sadder life than the one you live, supposed,
Implied by false letters of quid pro quo.

Don’t look to me, human, pain is its own,
Your voice is moot to fantasies flown.

Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
© Copyright 10/14/06