Once you have learned these words
You will forget silence
Like learning heartbreak
You will renounce love
These are true stories of living
The word hangs like an anchor
It is used against us like a weapon
The very same voice you once served
Once you have learned these words
You will know the language of humanity
They will shape you to be insensitive
And burn a smudge of orange across your face
Every time you forget the rift of inner beauty
You will die a little more to the child you once were
Before language, before symbols corrupted you
You hold yourself between these two words
One silent, and the other an action
So be careful what you say, knowing
How words once damaged you, be gentle
To those closer to the silence
To those more fresh from the source.
Wuji Seshat 
That’s a cool photo!