I come from the woods

Leaving

Outside, the birds sing.

keep breaking. this.

song heard silent

within the
rumble of the machinistic world
the claim of the cries
of children
the music of birds
and the laughter of lovers
is a song
heard
silent

it becomes poetry

i keep breaking it up

i keep breaking it up
to repackage it.
do it again

here, after a long while
of stillness and rain
the sky met earth
and you,
you were outside,
singing.

i was inside going through files.
files, i’d filed with you
they’re such an exact documentation
it surprised me.

i wasn’t expecting the title.
i’d forgotten.
but it made such perfect sense-
our nomenclature
we decided to name
this.

sheer terror of existence

a visceral scream
endlessly
encasing
the why
whose
very
emergence as such
preverbal
attests to
the supreme
madness
and impossibility
of consciousness

12-12-12 SnowTurn

ATTN: typical computer/laptop speakers will not relay the low monaural tones (6 Hz)

Found Bits