lost as voice
not as loud a brick
as a clump of dust
as a scene depicted in a book
you can hold in your hand one or two fingers up
they brush through your hair as you turn the pages
as you press the buttons or curve your ear towards the sound
of the television which is made louder by repetition

take a lesson from repetition if you want to scream

there is more power in the undercurrent of a dope beat
than a hundred drums

there can be one voice even that sounds louder in the wind
because the wind is an amplifier for destiny

coarsing my fingers on the fences, and railings of industrial setting
texture of drops- flops stabs pounds knuckles ribbed nature

why inside is so calm when outside rumbles with passages

how to make sound travel through our feet
oh but it does when you stop to listen
but not stop walking
walking is like heaven if you can close your eyes and hold someone's hand even better

i wish i was blind enough to see it

he builds me a synthesizer shaped out of my dreams
opalescent vulture-saur
wild white canine with deep blue eyes the shade of the unborn river that runs through me
chain
metal
dark red rivers
blue-red-blue-red
breath


oh how a single cat hair can get into my eyes