I am the voice of the world were I heard
I’d speak a multitude of languages
place ears of seven billion to my head
murmur the silence of ages
break through to a surface design and seal
thoughts that supersede existence of souls
they beckon of the nothingness to spell
they travel the universe by vowels.
What will be born in the heart of chaos?
Part letter part dream and part albatross,
through the force of alphabet and mouth
without time for a hundred revisions
and summon no answer for an answer
a word is is more mystery than power
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