Know that every word murmured in silence

is etched in your cranium

This isn’t to hold hostage

what is temporary and inevitably due

but to forewarn you

that every thought builds a molehill of truth

that surrounds you

You live to search out what is pleasant

Not to soul seek a sucking vileness

We nod our rhythm to the beat we build within us

So to conjure up a pure tune strung

Follow along the lines of the Spirit song