all is well

Talking is deleted

Words transform

faster then I can think them

I sense images

and feel sounds

whirling around

like a school of fish,

condensing the sea of being.

I can stand there and

hear the loudness of it.

Bearing the weight of them all

Yet I wait

and accept them in.

Capital letters tumble through me

some fart on exit.

Others simply leave quietly.

All is well in the world.