we say nothing

Posted on January 12, 2022 by istsfor manity

Imbricate

My words imbricate your words
Your words imbricate my words
We overlap in squalls and skronks
Four boots squelching mud
A call and response
Never at repose
We squawk a fortress against understanding
We say nothing
When we say a lot

“We may only be alive when trying to make art. Only alive in the attempt.”

— Eugene Lim / Search History

About istsfor manity

i'm a truncated word-person looking for an assemblage of extracted teeth in a tent full of mosquitoes (and currently writing a novel without writing a novel word) and pulling nothing but the difficult out of the top hat while the bunny munches grass in the hallway. you might say: i’m thee asynchronous voice over in search of a film....
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