even language ends somehow
expires,
meaning evaporating
words are not exchanged
to reach for some same wavelength
glances are no longer made to make us speak
and circulate saliva
it's all the all destructive gaze
that catches you as a fantastic object
even Seneca became an object to be removed
from Nero's eyes
thus, isn't all wisdom a feast of language
reduced to adjudicated lust
that all brutes deny
while feasting on moral's flesh
that relies entirely on force
heard only by the loudness of their voice
their whispers that destroy your kindness !