Pooling Sighs of Logic

tell me your name let run my fingers across the contours of your mouth, describe the sunset so that my mind can envision, what corneas cannot remember for me as you speak of the now, what is consumed by the cacophony of sound, my only affirmation within whispers of meaning this fool travels shuffling to melodies in the tap…tap…tap ever haunted by memories, having seen a glimpse of corridors in radiance between worlds heat,emotion,touch,sound all lost in the longing to walk soundless nudging past your temples with my hands the pool of logic … purls, and I see all with the reach of a great horned owl