aspirated voices
echoing throughout the cavern
pleadingly quiet
impossible to hear words
an unattainable plea
there's static
overcoming the silence
perpetual noise and clatter
the quiet is deafening
this tongue of yours
always speaking,
too much garbling
this tongue I hear
rhyming, intoning
all it is
is nonsense
clamorous sounds
constant words
abundant languages
infinite meanings
listen
we try to hear
linking sensation,
experience and comprehension
but all we sense is confusion
speak
**a dialect of ages
lost in the folds of time**
all it is, is vibration