acute / concentric

Less often words
More often mere forms
Hurdling blind into the dark
Peace head-locked at ransom
The moment a prison
Cognitive dissonance symphonic
In a song discontent to rest a moment

Could I have already been told
Whispered quietly and gentle
The voice of God fell out through
A hole in my pockets
Or did I lose it in the worry
Seeds dropped among the hurry
All I've been taught out under
A crowd of shuffling feet

From here I can see all
The warnings not to fall
Into the hole I'm standing in now
I stoop below a threshold
To stand up straight I'd crumble
For a thirst after a help to pour to keep
The hills and valleys level and

Could I already have been told
Whispered quietly and gentle
The voice of God fell out through
A hole in my pockets
Or did I lose it in the worry
Seeds dropped among the hurry
All I've been taught out under
A crowd of shuffling feet

If you can only lead
As far as you're willing to go then
Here's an apology to every
Student that I've had

I'm trying to learn to speak less
And do a little more of what I've said