Will Is A Whisp
when there is softness, a revolution is bound to take
place in the heart,
there, where mystics are taken to the
And they will rebel into the night,
carrying scars of sincerity on their backs
that perforate each new hardened eye.
And they will scream from the inside of
people whose folded arms detest unity.
But they will not be heard. For it is grace
that allows you to hear a pin drop.
Will is a whisp.