Put your arms up! Put your arms down! The arm bones connected to the shoulder bone. But nobody talks about me, I feel so hollow.

I am a silent twin, reflecting your grin. A truthful tale, without voice or veil. Stand before me, see your story unfold, a silver canvas of mysteries untold.

A nonverbal hello A percussive greeting Welcome in the day A disturbance at night In beats of three to five Maybe seven, no further Usually one measure Persistently more

I have some serious drip. Literally lit. Of the darkness worry knot!

We were sentenced to burn in the evening hour. They masked their faces, but did not need the deniability. Our bodies were glowing fixtures adorned with glass, secondary to the revelry drowning us out below. When the party was over, our light dimmed... We survived another torturous night... but they'll need to burn us again for the next celebration.