relay in a silent way sweet chaos and sedition these walls know all the words by heart the clothes don't make the man they cloak his insecurities nothing more so you tell yourself the hardest part only a coarse outer case the wool inside woven by arthritic hands they hold your heart watch the blood pool in their palms pass it on down the line 181114 ... unhinged . my ears listen too closely my heart flutters my brain panics 181118 ... ergo hum These hands? these cranky old hands? Only old wool gets woven 181118 ... ergo hum no line to go down to 181118 what's it to you? who go blather from