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