Empty Halls

I hear the voices I will never know, But then again I might if I would try, But finding out the source of mystery, Would put an end to ire and my journey Would put an end to poetry and why? I see the forms and recognize their shape, To name them, even one, would change them all, To study their science would leave a ghost, A sin to light and leave an empty host, A sin to light the lights in empty halls. MFL 8/6/2009