Sound Is Sight

Lines and dots and waves and cracks and fragments and threads and pieces and shards and reflections and atoms and flakes. And curls.

 

Sound is sight.

Rough surface, silence.

I surrender to noise -

They call this unaffected

 

Squiggles and clicks and splutters and curves and edges

 

Why did we not guess?

Why were we so blind?

Still blind.

                We’ll never know…

 

And wrinkles and strands and tiles and skin and shell and hair and

 

 

The notes connect me

To the selves I leave

                Behind

 

A trail of…?

 

(Fragments)

 

 

Scratched elbows.

 

Brown, green, cream.

But you don’t (ever)

See what I see.

 

LISTEN.

Eyes must close to allow…

 

 

 

 

 

 

And still

They call this unaffected.

Reviews

[Beatrice Mars]

I love this, it's so scattered, but at the same time to the point and harsh...loved it xxx