Silent Currency

Silent Currency

What are you up to?

Thousands of voices on tape-delay

Messages confound

Everyone responds

But am I listening to the right one?

I search for your truth

But find you hard of hearing

You seem divisive

Plotting my will against a legion

In every misgiving

I sputter and fragment my license to bear

Of how incredible my mis-estimation

This silence you beg

Fruit from a warehouse

Seeds in their season

Maybe time is still your currency?