Old noise New

If you had hold of something that was worth a lot; not for its weight or sparkle but Shame-
-Could you justify not selling it out?
If no one's coming for revenge.

Please, thankful for my life and health. My energy and versatile; my hands.

That purple after-image like like cicatrice,
here I prefer the scab-pain to the scar.
A five piece Gospel Band strips breakbeats at the FCC.
And bend.
All knees prefer the Stun to Spin; bow deep. All weight bears shoulder.

Every mouth holds the things It don't have, so the Mouths all Sing.