start to finish

THEY.
speak with words -
but I work my tongue as though it reaches
Past the ears that gather or fill in.
WE
begin.and end. with sentences.

Quiet, you howling winds, with your force beyond what seeing eyes are given.
These 44 duos for two violins can sing stronger than any blur of wild of voices
We are fools for allowing the formation of definitive subjects reign over the cognitive process of our own imagination.

He said he read me
Start to finish.
I am only halfway through, though, yet, maybe even less.
And true as it may be suggested that I am not the first...

Still I hold each moment sacred.

THEY
cannot see my whole image.
and I in part, am willfully guilty of the acceptence
that this...

is all it is.

This is all there is.