but oh i am here, head cocked, ear cupped as i gaze into the sky...
...and i receive it... riding upon the waves... these shimmering oscillations.
they pour from my heart. they pour from the hearts of others. they pour from the whole world.
listen closely... you find the extraordinary... you taste it on those lips... you see it in your visions...
i am beckoned deeper, closer, further...
and here i am surrounded by conduits... my whole life i have been led to them - film, pictures, sounds, instruments, tools...
voices
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"The Voice"
A voice, a voice from so far away
It no longer makes the ears tingle.
A voice like a muffled drum
Still reaches us clearly.
Though it still seems to come from the grave
It speaks only of summer and spring.
It floods the body with joy.
It lights the lips with a smile.
I listen. It is simply a human voice
Which passes over the noise of life and its battles
The crash of thunder and the murmur of gossip.
And you? Don't you hear it
It says "The pain will soon be over"
The happy season is near."
Don't you hear it?
~Robert Desnos
written while on his deathbed
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