Constant Vibrato

My voice blares on

and on and on and on and on

in his head


making sound-noise-moans

of the deepest colors of the ocean in his empty skull like waves of nothing songs



for always

in all ways

across time.


But, he’ll still hear me. Because my voice cannot be cut

out or off or ever.

Singing forever out of tune and off key is my specialty.

And I’ll play on, brother.

Oh Sister, hear me now! Hear my cries for your arms once more and hold me in your nothing-expectation

Hear my voice. Hear my song. Hear my cry.

And respond.

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