"En la ignorancia, esta's
en todo - cielo, mar y tierra - muerto" *
-Juan Ramón Jiménez
Your voice, the only voice
that breathes through these machines,
the only one that's speaking
in the stuttering of tongues,
the one that, saying nothing
has the feel of everything,
as all the heard words added up
are empty, not full.
Your voice, the only voice
that knows things, not their names
and will not separate the earth from hearts
as they spin in opposite directions,
the one that, saying nothing
tells the lives of everything,
as all conclusions only note
the thing as dead.
Your voice, the only voice
that tells me what is real,
the only one not proving
in the multitudes of truth,
the one that, saying nothing
shows we're wrong on everything,
as all the yes's conjure up
the no not overcome.
Your voice, the only voice
I hear above the noise,
the only one not anchored to a sound
that's not my own,
the one that, saying nothing
makes me part of everything,
as all talking makes an opening
I fall through like a crack.
* In ignorance, you exist
in everything - sky, sea and earth - dead
