Words can never justify
That I have never spoken
Communication
broken
I try to understand
My wordless, little language
Is
all you'll ever need
To reach the bottom of my basement
She'll guide you through her midnight hall
And offer you a place on
the
Gallery wall
Perhaps you'll hear 'bout our history
She
quotes from texts on papyrus
You gladly follow when she takes
Your
hand and lead you further down
The corridor
You peeled the
fruit but threw away
The stones
did it taste sweet?