Sunday, April 01, 2018

Quiet Bumping



All these ;little
voices running through my head.
Most unattached to faces.
It's like a phantom
fairy tale..
.
Voices without sound
like the creepy
underbelly of thought
whisper through the eye,
.
hushing hushing.
What we can do,
go past the mouth
right to the soul.

Portage Place on Easter Eve Day