…and there’s a million sensations
and a million words to describe them;
but the stubborn syntax erects
and the holistic, porous,
between our ears.
those with hearts to hear and livers to process
we implore from the poetic precipice
to fill in the gaps of
to live the maddening synesthesia
of 200,000 years
in radical extravagancy.
we are the stained-glass windows
and you are
the blinking eyes