How could you know?  
In a runnel off the main
You remain,
The matron plain
Questions the sane.
But how you could not know what
Is clear is here.
How could you know?
What questions I've answered?

My legs would give,
And I would fall numbly down.

How would anyone ever know
that I beleived in you.

I always knew that I had no legs.

Now is my chance to find...

The deafened silence so loud.
That you would seal me away,
Before I even had a chance...

When you put me up,
You steal me away,
I'm stowed away.

Never to give rise.

It is a sacrifice for none and one.

I don't have a chance,
Forcing me to see
If there are
More hearts



The freat  frear FEAR is ripening, and the land is declining.  And the planets are crystalizing and floating out of
orbit.
Connected
To me.

|.||../I...am../.|to|be|raised...|a||mute|\...

I am one of the multitude of mutes.  I am mute, and a wizard.  Wizardy  Wizardry has stricken and our ills /ailments
will be forever prone to perfect.

Never to be raised, I am: a _____ mute.

I am forced to question,
Give no answer.

I've no answer,
For mine, they give, in lieu.