My voice blares on
and on and on and on and on
in his head
of the deepest colors of the ocean in his empty skull like waves of nothing songs
in all ways
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.