Siege, the

Where is the punch line? Where am I? On a ball of dirt? Floating in the sky?

WE ARE SURROUNDED. The clouds have us under siege. As of yet, we do not know why,

But still, they let us breathe.

Silence is a virtue.

The attack has begun. The first victim is the sun. And this day has become, darkness. Not even the moon to light our way! The clouds take shape of air. We breathe their poisons, unaware.

I AM SURROUNDED, by flesh. If I try and cut my way out, I make a mess. My mind has me under siege. As of yet, I don’t know why, it still makes me breathe.

Virtue is a silence.

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