When Babel was erected,
                                            
           ­                               they wanted nothing to do with words.
                
                       A singular voice

so heavy with itself

                                                  it topples under it's own
                                perfection

                                                        Slouchin­g toward each other
              no limbs
                                   to cover the distance
                                                                ­            
                                                                ­                 between
                      
                                         ­                                                             here­

and being heard.

                                                     I don't know about heaven,

                            imagined I,
    
                                                         ­                             standing on it's golden shore
                                  
                        ­                   at the edge of an ocean where
                                          
                                                               every sentence,
                        
                              ­                                                            every­ syllable,

                                                                ­                                                 every utterance,

                            exhausted.