There is a voice that
comes from silence and then
the few who have died in all of
eternity, know that they have a
voice. The sounds of citizens, the world as a
cube, tricked into the life of nightness.
“We are the full men, found
stuffed with straws of gold.
We are sunken, rung
deep in bells untolled.”
How does life begin? Not
with a sound, but with a