i have sat through whole dinners
not wanting to say a word
how can a man talk so much
and not want to say anything
i know more can be heard
by a turn
by a look
by a tilt
i am inktongue
digital phorphorecense
bleeds out my fingertips
in endless bacchanal paens
senseless
poured out only to be
poured in again
stopping up this voice
that only the sound of breathing
remains
while every shout and laugh and song
is sung from heart to keypad
till no ear hears
what is meant for the eyes
the dream of the eyes
Harnessing Chaos 