FORMS A REVOLUTION

Sweat lace churning brow near upturned regolith,

toil of deemed monumentality,

inconstancy of rhetoriticians device,

upstaging the monument...

of upgrading anomalies,

wanting the anatomy of whispers,

to quell the fever,

pitched and poised at opportune apex,

galvanizing in the rhetoric of,

emulation's anointing,

commingling with the sounds,

imbricated with silence to form language,

like the spaces between notes,

a perfect fit,

it's not the notes you play alone,

it's the breaks between in the silent gaps that creates a language,

it's what you don't say too,

that forms a revolution.