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.