All Was Taken Away From You: White

The Living Owe It To Those Who No Longer Can Speak To Tell Their Story For Them.

The Soul Exceeds Its Circumstances.

Our Memory Is Childish And It Saves Only What We Need.

Even If That Is So, There Will Remain A Word Wakened By Lips That Perish, A Tireless Messenger Who Runs And Runs Through Interstellar Fields, Through The Revolving Galaxies, And Calls Out, Protests, Screams.

Language Is The Only Homeland.