Constant Vibrato

My voice blares on

and on and on and on and on

in his head

echoing

making sound-noise-moans

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

echoing

continuing.

for always

in all ways

across time.

deafening.

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.

Advertisements

About heathencomehome

question marks & ellipses
This entry was posted in Uncategorized and tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s