I could only want a piece of peace; for the world crumbles in noise; is too noisy. Like engines fired up for eternity;
we: the parts are spinning and acting out our parts: man and their stages; it is fright and their monologues; pride and their soliloquies. I could only want a piece of peace; before I crumble like a cookie; wrap myself silly in the throes of insanity; weeping for mercy.
The world is too noisy; is only capable of noise; only noise.
