out of the zone

[fledgist]

 

the world resolves into some sort of fire
words are not heard while silence is in spin
a noble thought that we aren't made of win
but are the kind who always must aspire
to efforts that will serve at best to tire
and which are ended before they begin
we name that failure you just call it sin
but either way we find the case most dire
the choices seem to go against the grain
of normal sense into some other space
beneath the symbol of the silent cone
where we are left with the most cherished pain
the signs of which are salient in each face
and which is felt down to the very bone