Have you ever noticed how strange
the human voice is?
Be it spoken, written
rendered as any medium meant
to carry said strange human voice?
How it stands apart
as the exception to the expression
of every single
impression of man?
Voice is the perfect programming tool
for expressing either truth
It is a singular tool for man’s possible evolution;
or subsequent immanent failure to become.
Even more than that:
it is a means by which to exponentially further either
like a Buddha in the shape of a bird
busting out from the chest;
or create a sucking black hole
of nursing idle dis-ease
feeding inside of the self:
fully erect and holding,
it’s teeth like lucky treasure found
in a tomb made of buttery meat.
Voice is meant to be heard!
To spread what it sees inside of itself,
Cancer or Light:
what will you spread
with your most strange
and glorious gift?
© Kristin Reynolds 5 8 2011
I wrote this back in Feb. and came across it just now; it felt appropriate for posting at this time, most likely for obvious reasons.