watch yourself watching yourself
lips forming around words
but like a silent film you don't hear a thing
because everyone knows
that the only permanent things are the ones
we build we scribe with our hands
and the only way a voice really matters
is if it's disembodied from the man
i asked myself for something new
because all the language that i have
is the same: it comes from outside
it repeats itself like the slow grind
of gears inside a clock
and even these metaphors these words
i think are mine
are just a remolding of something that's already
been said
