Fluhlella

What to say
In times of silence,
Our dreams all crumble and froth.
We burn our wings for a chance to sing
the lesson of the moth.

Where spirit is kept underneath the shade 
Of our longing shadows edge,
This contempt for hallows,
Pray indusiatus Phallus,
Our depth we strive to hedge.

O what to say in times of silence,
For what is to be got?
When all was wrought,
Has now rot,
And I myself feel not.