speaking to me
through the sounds
sounds recorded
way back when
listening to
nothing sounds
realizing he was
right
about pronunciation
it doesn't mean much
now
he
just as I
quit those
marketed
children of culture
a culture
turned grey
grey as the faces
they claim
claimed
by
hands held
tight
hands
of the
inside
a fire was
created
evidence
strewn about
in the
cold night
records
of a
grey face
retrieved
by
past
&
future
bright
blinding lights
shooting through
illuminating
the
various stories
stories
now described
by
some
collector of crystals
found with
water
one
single
thing
THERE HAVE BEEN SO MANY "YOU"
it doesn't matter who's watching
it doesn't matter who knows
it doesn't matter who cares
the subtle singularity formed in the shower
during a term of conditioning