speak to me
inscribing tones upon pigment
text’s flesh touching
breaking skin with
teeth bared but
hieroglyphs softly crept
from
without
invading armies of
logic
defeated by guerrillas of
subtle art
surrounded
besieged
starving for an attention that
craves nothing save
understanding
receiving anything except
touching nothing
leaving marks incomprehensible
when viewed from
outside

letters touch minds’ hands
reveling in details of
stroked t.s
dashed i.s
seeing nothing save ink
/
taste monochrome rainbows
raised pillars of dark salt
stretching from minds’ volcanoes
pouring self magma through
canyons of once-trees
/
drink desaturated dialects
swimming in shallow graves
six points
under a
broken page