Silence, put your ear to earth, listen. Dig the root–deep, old, gnarled. Rot. Heaped plates of the least palatable. The nuance of discord–no one wants to hear. Turn off your mouths, your bleeding hurts us too much? No. In turns, be still, then forge headlong into the ugly melee. I see the disdain for all that is loud, beautiful. Fear not hate. Dark halls can’t black out love. Spiteful shame, delicate pride roars and still I see you. I see right through your hate. Seething, invasive, bitter root. Holding you, cupped hands. You can’t tint my view, my heart, my steady simmer. Whispered ever steady, truths. Wholeness shimmers.