Signs Poem by marc molchan

Signs

the sharp point
the measure of times
unfinished the prowess
we have the one we gave
to you, cliffhanger the waiting
no more emotion only signs
in the mind of ours
we live no more than siphers
for another day no pity
but languages we know
so well oh well till Tuesday
voices carry

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talking loud not saying nothing
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