whatever you want
By cait
In the silence you can hear it;a faint humming in the back round.An undertone.Please do not adjust the colour of your sets.For this too shall pass.It will fade into the chaotic bedlam of everything else.And when it's gone, the memory of it will taunt you,tease you,tantalize your atrophied senses.Surely you have caught a glimpse.As a babe suckling at your mothers' breast.As a toddler first learning to form glorious soundsby seducing the air with your lips andtongue.You are angry at its loss,but more at yourself for notremembering.As if it had only occurred in the liminal spacebetween dream and awake.You try to form new words. You suck it,twirl it, caress it.But the air is used to the old wooing ofyour lips.You listen until your ears can no longerfocus on sound andYou ache from yearning.What is it for you? Written January 11th, 2002 © on Jan 10 2002 07:19 PM PST 0 • 10
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"In the silence you can hear it;a faint humming in the back round.An undertone.Please do not adjust the colour of your sets.For this too shall pass.It will fade into the chaotic bedlam of everything else.And when it's gone, the memory of it will taunt you,tease you,tantalize your atrophied senses.Surely you have caught a glimpse.As a babe suckling at your mothers' breast.As a toddler first learning to form glorious soundsby seducing the air with your lips andtongue.You are angry at its loss,but more at yourself for notremembering.As if it had only occurred in the liminal spacebetween dream and awake.You try to form new words. You suck it,twirl it, caress it.But the air is used to the old wooing ofyour lips.You listen until your ears can no longerfocus on sound andYou ache from yearning.What is it for you?..."