♞ Hello dark Knight, playful friend You turned to talk with me again As the [emphasis] sounds softly creeping Left their seeds while you were sleeping And the fantasy that planted in your brain Still remains … And she moves in silence ♝ In restless dreams, you walked alone Narrow lines of [emphasis] black and stone ’Neath the halo of a street lamp Bishop preaching in the cold and damp When your eyes were stabbed by the flash of my light That split the night … And she moves in silence ♕ And in the naked light, I saw Ten thousand people, maybe more People screaming without speaking People leaving without listening People writing [emphasis] wounds that voices never share And no one cares … Her Grace moves in silence “Fool,” said I, “You do not know Venom like a cancer grows Hear my words that I might teach you Take my arms that I might reach you” And my words — like piercing rain that burns — fell in place And echoed in the world of violence Countless battles... we all grieve Truth can choke, can grant relief Visceral ache I’ve bled — your darkness, [emphasis] share Ruins left, and only acid sparks repair … And she breaks the silence And the people bowed and prayed To the neon [emphasis] god they made And the sign flashed out its warning In the words that it was forming Then the sign said, “The words of the prophets Are written on the subway walls In tenement halls” And whispered in the sound of silence … And she moves in silence
