Lying on the sea

Madam
I lied
on sea of seven cities
land annexed by tetrapods( maximum efficiency);
I don't fear gilded (earned, ofcourse) mausoleums of
humanoids shuffling inconsequently through
red lights and personal dreams
routine heroes of boring destinies,
I could be another replacable cog
Only without......
3 hours of silence
for months of foreign noises
I fear subtle brutality of truth
I fear murder of my muse.