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