I live among confused dreams Of dwarfed cliff tops and egg-shelled bombs Of an abyss of worms that lived of greed Earlobes stuffing inwards, deaf to its deeds In windpipes clogged with lies In revulsive laughters belched from boardroom highs While people wailing over their fears and tears Sing elegies to their gone-by years I gasped and smirked in my many mouths Feeling the burdened sighs and elusive highs I turned over and saw a child in a moon Its deep silence that tugged at fear and hope I...