Words go out into the silent verse

Returned for paper promises

The evening light falls like silver 

Raindrops of nothingness 

Of nothing less than an ideal

Motions of selfless sacrifice feigned 

Idle notions stolen borrowed 

Wasted altars over which

Something plays the bait and switch 

And the .through. is seldom followed 

In hidden cells, speeches to rehearse

Words go out into the silent verse.