The universe has a way of hearing the things we say,
aloud, Eliot knew this too.
No matter whom we direct it to, sound waves ripple
the atmosphere which hears this
stretching--of---imagination
into speech tones, a whistle from the kettle of
the thermoshpere or body-cavity.
The rising sound, or the Doppler effect teaches us
the source
is closer than it appears,
-omnidirectionally-
It absorbs itself and replies
as a twinge, wave or spasm, clenched
in the sinking feeling of a heavy heart
that beats on itself, calling everything an echo
of what was thought, solid enough to move bodies
into empty spaces and fills itself with volume
from heat, or by imagination.
It conceives these shapes and translates them
into words or wishes
which will settle for a collection of particles we
have heard before
we knew the source.
Photo By State Library and Archives of Florida (c. 1948), [No restrictions or Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.
Photo By State Library and Archives of Florida (c. 1948), [No restrictions or Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.
