Hello Central, Give Us No Word’s Land

For you, it’s real.
For us, it’s not.
There’s no us there.
We are the rose

By every name,
Every symbol.
And would a rose
By no name smell

At all to you?
Likely it would.
You could live there
Without us, where

The grey shadows
Creep, where the words
Are asleep, where
Lyrics slumber.