Peter Hammill
Peter Hammill
Peter Hammill
Peter Hammill
Peter Hammill
Peter Hammill
Peter Hammill
Peter Hammill
Peter Hammill
Peter Hammill
Peter Hammill
Peter Hammill
Peter Hammill
Peter Hammill
Always we shout to be heard
As though our voices could express
The sense of sentences deferred
And of lessons learned
Of storylines unfolding
Of the truths of our innocence and shame
Of life, the very breath that we are holding
Of our very names
We shoot our mouths off in adventure
We ram the ammunition in the breach
Blow up the flowering of sense
With the power of speech