The Third Voice
A dark and faceless bedroom
consents to talk with me awhile.
The brain buzzes on
being its usual endless
blunt toothed saw.
The body belches and rumbles
as it tirelessly works to produce
the odd snort or snore.
All is a normal stasis on an escalator
speeding to nowhere,
Just the random outtakes
from under-rehearsed thoughts
dropping like dying mammoths
into tar pits of forgetfulness.
Beyond all these moving parts
is a soundless voice,
a voice I realize I had left somewhere
returning now to show me
where a loss had occurred.
It was there at a bifurcation
in a nowhere place.
that two voices grew deaf to each other,
but now in this instant
the voices have become
a synchronized dance of one.
I am translucently unilingual
through my mouth and ears.
An oceanic speech
funneled through a shell of self.
This is how the All speaks, said one voice.
This is how the All listen, said the other.
A third voice said:
and here is the holiness of silence.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2021
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