• Howl

    by  • March 4, 2012 • * Safe for Work *, Waxing Poetic • 0 Comments

    They call with the voices of sirens.
    No; they use their own words,
    But when one listens one hears sirens.
    And if you answer,
    They will not come to you;
    You will get nothing in return.
    But persistence,
    Through the clamorous, heart-piercing frequence of these
    And through the ardent folly of the hope you
    The universe seems to insist—
    Answer anyway.
    It is the only way to discover the truth.

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