without the vernacularshould one trust the silencefollowed by the poem falling apart we can not turn back timethe clock tick-tickingthe second hand frothing they harbour delusions of grandeurat the end of the worldthe entire South without an ounce of electricityand they’re allocating a time slot for the end of the dayscareful now don’t choke on […]

without the vernacular should one trust the silence [NF 11:5]