In my face a white wall
behind th sediment of it all
there is nothing but silt.
fear your mind of jade
behind a glass case
with eyes and ears.
time has brought the rubble
th rubble and th fear has rendered my mouth a vacuum
i swallow myself and spit what i swallow.
Silt!
I stay outdoors fearing building
all that turns t rubble.
my mute being
a cathedral spire through th thick grey slab.
In my face a while wall
behind the sediment
there is nothing but silt.
silt
beat
credits
from silt,
released April 20, 2020
saxophone and speech by Jasmine Wolf B.