Graduate student, English, Northern Arizona University.
Do you ever wonder why nothing changes? //
Do you ever suspect language might be a jail cell? //
Maybe the words we use are our freeing agent; //
Use them wisely, that we may leave hell. //
The words, the words, they have no... meaning, to speak of. Pouring river, it’s listening: living in your ear. Interpret the sounds patiently, and in a moment you’ll be a scribe; all men must speak, before they die. So alone, we get by, communicating to the sky. Microphone, signify: all men must speak—to be alive