if talking
about voice

there is

the grain of it

that which nourishes
and cracks, details

and textures

a pane


rings upon rings

resound, repeat


 

to hear language

how it enters the senses
centres


silent thoughts

rupturings


horizon shifts

 

echo terrain


(grains

    carried/

(

winds of selves/

     sounds of waves)


     remain

 

Poet note: The image was made by abstracting the letters of the word 'voicings'.