even as i closed my eyes
i can hear closing and opening of doors,
the fan moving, the broom sweeping,
clanking of cups,
filling the water pot
going upstairs, coming down,
drawing water from the river,
all kinds of sounds,
word birds hover over me
building nests.
a breathing corpse dosent decompose,
it floats afmist words like a boat,
like a ship on the seas
i am breathing.,
even breath is a sound,
an unformed word.
i breathe a mixture of sounds
emotions behind struggles, tears, war sounds.
a body with closed eyes is not a corpse
it is a warship,
a forest unenveloped in darkness,
a river drowned in...