Monday, February 08, 2021

A wooden whisper

 Can the taste of teeth find a message beyond conception of mouth. As the vocal consumption capsule extends beyond the skullish mind. 

It's in the thick fraught of frenetic lingual activity that the way forward breaks the wave. 

We will only see, as we forget the angst of eyes. 

The ears will give way to music without sound. 

The signs will find their places in us.