Silence strangles me.
Serendipity strengthens me.
Singing is scrutiny into and of my hapless soul,
Saving my senility for something bigger to swallow;
Saving my serenity: bid for my fast safe return.
Specters in the sky, specters in the night,
Strange and lovely demons plague the air.
The stroke of the majestic midnight,
The servile recruiter of raucous tidings,
Silence strangles me,
Silence sets me free.
A saline of the sea,
A solution sprung of sanity.