Say nothing nomore.

For the seed has split open

and revealed the unborn flower,

the seal of silkworms broken

by anger locked in laughter.

Say nothing no more.

Say nothing nomore

Hope, not dying soon,

will not die slowly, deep

in love's feverridden womb

the maid and harlot weeps.

Say nothing no more.

Say nothing nomore.

Lust in bluebell's crying sigh

in sleep's floating dreams of flesh

breaks, breaks on the high tide

and the heart's field of fire.

Say nothing no more.

Alexander Rubio