each sound in the house is an alarm
speaking to a head stuffed
by the garrison of fluids
poised like a battalion
in defense of access and egress
around the anxious brain
words flow out of here
into the world arranged
in particular order
selected for impact
if they march in rhythm
propelled by loud drums
that shake the earth
announced and cheered by
bright horns that split
the silence of the naked heart
or if they approach softly
gleaming in their own simple
perfection
surely they will
touch the souls that see
