Simpering, eyes with the plague of the noise
that rings unnoticed, unheard of, displaced
from the stage and placed on the mantle.
"You should have been put in a glass jar on the mantle,"
Peer through and through and through that hollow,
that hollowed-out case
that emptied-out shell
Try to hear the vibrato and the shrill-eyed voice
Decoded, muted, transcribed by ghosts
and the airs of visions
As they enter through nothing until become something
As they breathe through the water and set fire to air
As she is deafened from the echoes that reach up behind her
Unsuspected, they grasp in the cloak of the night.
