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