I say your poems aloud six times, speak your words to the north, to the south, to the east and west, raise my face, say your poems to the sky, lower my head, say your poems to the earth, sending your unique vibrations, the ululation of your words, not to a grave, but to the ether, where there may be ears unlike ears we know that hear your words, write them down again, say a muse spoke to them or know not from where a poem comes.