My name is swallowed
up in the sound of
the world;
not lost, it adds
to the roundness
of the word voicelessly
spoken by every name.
I hear it
filling the space
between us, alive
with possibility.
March 3, 2012
My name is swallowed
up in the sound of
the world;
not lost, it adds
to the roundness
of the word voicelessly
spoken by every name.
I hear it
filling the space
between us, alive
with possibility.
March 3, 2012