chirps, moans, whistles

I open my mouth and a sound comes out

Friday, February 22, 2008

language

splashes in a pool from a skipped stone
concentric rings around distinctions
united in the water

assigning syllables
words in air or on paper that blows
ink sounds, air vowels, hoots and consonants
feather light, heavy in our ears
Posted by castlewon at 11:11 PM

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