For Simone Weil When God refuses to answer...then...then... Then we know He's listening. Who's paid? No one's paid.

Is there exchange? Can you pay me for a smile? How much is money worth? I ate a slice of watermelon. It cost me everything. In my mouth...a parade of sharks. I am fratricide. I am homicide. I am matricide. The only person I am incapable of killing is the the murderer himself. The guillotine fell like slander. Death is a lie. So much bluster. I've been beatified in effigy. They will eat me, and gladly, when I die. Trading in the mist, I become my own soul. Listen to the bells toll. Nourish yourself in fading songs of iron and silver. And what's left? The silence? Finally, then... We know He's listening.