Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god

Inquire

Ask me,
Please, say something
That keys me into your
Moods and motives.
It's worse, the silence
When you are inches from me.

I wish I understood
When I don't.
I wish I cared when I
Declared my negligence.

I would apologize,
Is this what you want?

Ask me,
I'll tell you, please,
Let's discipline the silence
With our conversation.

September 13, 2005
Suge


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