The tongue dances wild to fill the void.
Berry-stained lips open and close with the
Urgent, urgent news of action-not-inaction.
Hands gesture sporadically to the self and other.
The body angles, striking poses that grab
Attention! Attention!—It went just like this.
Eyes dart dilated in verbal pleasure,
Sensory overload in the taste of teeth, bite of
Breath-breath-air too hot to savor.
We strain to flood the earth,
Ensure existence by refusing to stop and
Shh, shh, listen to vouchsafed possibilities.
Yet it is in silence
That truth is strongest,
That youth is longest,
That love is maintained,
And hate is contained.
That the noisy traffic of word vomit gives way to glimmering
Drip-drops of wisdom.