All the languages belong to the same arbour
the two outlet bugles,
zigzag inward and outward harbour
between centripetal and centrifugal.
All the sounds are from THE song
and there is only one song we all belong
and that is THE word
so silent in which voices abound.
so unknown that no matter how hard is heard
always is there
but never found.
There is no difference between dots and humongous
there is in the nothingness
that they mutually rebound.
Nothingness
is the only solid ground
between
drops and rains
sky and your iris grain.
For everything is forever the other
and the other
is everything's everlasting
endeavour.
