Something you said
Won't take effect
Until we hear it
But what do we hear?
Your words are just a clamor;
We are the key.
You cannot know what you said,
You only know what I said,
Or Einstein,
Who heard what the stars said,
And...spoke,
We heard what he said
And we gaze at the stars
And say "Einstein."
And what do we mean?
We mean to be heard
(As the stars surely do as well)
So we audible the meaningful
To a context we can't share.
We hear
And the spoken crumbles
Like clumps in our fingers
That reduce to grains in our hands
We squeeze
Our life into
And throw.
The act of catching
Disembodies
But is the sole way
Of moving on.
