Never be, speak, hear, see
For whoever you might be,
Your ever-changing phases,
And your classified identity.

Fantasy, or Fantastic
Unreal, or Prosthetic
Your anger and pride erupts
Your fatal destiny.

Well-are, well-wished, still
You a non-consumer of time.
None of those milestones, at crisis
Would replace a donor’s dime.

You might’ve lived through
The Timeline of Movements,
To witness the imperceptives perceive
Like a monotonous routine.

Yet, Why’d you shout for the rest,
To split the Earth into two?
Why’dn’t you listen to the
Shouts around you?

Freeze ’em Shouts!
Burn ’em Shouts!
But, Never see, hear, speak, be,
You ever-changing identity.