our ears to the reciever

mouthed many things and so much was

said, however the next day was a turn around

whom did the machine take note of?

wanted to play it off and feel a fly

on the radio buzzing by me

when did the dial become invisble

to the soul?

somewhere despite the static

the inner conversation brought

all forces as one

channel back to the best sounds

and the words flow like a dark chocolate

candy bar