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.
