Witness

Witness, bare no fruit, hold no arms. 
Hear no virgin cry to the outer space, with the wet paradise cleaning her face.
Say no vowels, savior no meaningful nostalgia.
Witness, be no man’s revenge. 
Walk no further than the no outlet road, with the expires of knowledgeable updates of the flash photography.
Witness! Be no thin rib, or cracked bone.
Lay no limbs to Bronson’s handsome smile. 
Feel no baking organ begging for the Don Knox to fetal your propagation.
Witness, be no God to determine heaven and holy 
from hell and determination of the one eyed cocked blind
dipping his natural destain for the simple words of golden gates, and cupid’s fluttering wings.
Gimp your beating heart from the unconscious, cons, and majorities.
Sing hallelujah like the rest of them.
Be the jazz musician, with careless words as powerful as the gangs of new York. 
Raise your hands, seduce the cloud lines to sweep the feet of walking mimics.
Cry to the singers soil ground.
Witness, be no witness.
Lift up your lungs to the hungered cave animals.