Its Quiet Here, There Is No One Around Poem by Lewis Marrow

Its quiet here, there is no one around

Thinks himself into a hole

Taking part in conversation against the censorship

The snapped words over our head we wore shirts that are condemned to death

Tired scribbled note books they lay on the floor all words expressed have been expressed before

You can go anywhere when you are somebody else

For your own joy

Submissive to everything open,

Blow as deep as you want to blow

No time for poetry but exactly what is

Visionary tics shivering in the chest

Swimming in Language Sea

Accept loss forever

Believe in life

Struggle to sketch the flow that already exists

Don't think of words when you stop but to see your picture better

Fear or shame in the dignity of heroin

In praise of Character in the Bleak inhuman Loneliness

Pure

Coming in from under,

You’re Genius all the time

YOU are a Genius all the time

Its quite here sweetheart there is no one around