Vox Censuram

“If you’re not growing-”
   (growth, what is growth, what do they mean, what will they take?)
  “you’re dying.”


Unseen voices in the
                 dead
                    timeless 
                           stillness
     of never-falling night.
 

 And he- awake, aware, able, ardent-
                                   - alone.
 Listens.
 

 “If you don’t grow-”
      (that word, growth- what, how, where?)
 “- you die.”
      (If only.)
 

 A promise danging, tantalizing, held by a gossamer thread
             to watch,
               and wait-
                       - just one wrong note…
 
Tomorrow, perhaps, he will rest at last.
 
     But this night does not fall.