Vocalised into self
Listening to the voices
that texture my being,
I feel alienated
The voice, flat and rhythmless
severs
my body
from its embeddedness
and throws me into
a verbal trance
Why is it that to communicate
these voices forget their incorporation in
the body of the world?
What reason drives
the lifeless vocality
of this albeit lifeful being?
There is but one explanation
to the primacy of the
WORD
and the enslavement of the
BODY:
The mastery of language at guiding
oneself
and others
and at constructing it all
that surrounds us
has replaced our willingness
to be a thread in the poetic fabric
of the world.
