if i held up a flower
and never said a word
what would be the sum
of all that you heard
intermost visions
stored behind the smells
intrinsically connected
open gates - freedom - bail
if i held truth
on this side of the looking glass
how much would my life change
if only i - polished the glass
i dug the grave
where i exucuted my past
come find me
where you remember me last
i am no longer
the who that you knew
are you still the same
denying the growth that by the years you grew
look now at this flower
and don't say a word
live the sum
of al that you heard
charles garner aka after vision