see the vacant echoes from the throats of those before us
that is I

envision the spirits wandering through the filaments of broken bones
that is I

listen to the whispers of mistaken secrets shared between distant lovers
that is I

hear the thunder, the sighs of a coral reef, laughing on the wind
that is I

feel the stone and its roots that bind us together
that is I

grasp the ripped parchment of deceased ideas
that is I

smell the tincture of blood, sweat, and tears
that is I

inhale every molecule of vivacious flowers made of sweet nothings
that is I

taste the salt of the sea on a pallete of rice, seaweed, and fish
that is I

crumble the words I have written and swish them in your mouth
that is I

I am something made through nothing
that is all