discourse - a photo essay
when words left us, forests stared in obsolete mediation
rivers plundered endless valleys
keening in whispers of things untamed
closed doors opened...
letting in the kraken
when words left us the air was silence - screaming
an echo as solid as chiseled rock reverberating against ocean floors
when words left us i flew at the moon, hoping to turn it the other way
to prevent the profound stillness of water
turning to ice in your eyes
when words left us you drew pages of nothing on the wall
filled in the white with splotches of grey
so it would seem love was just sleeping
when words left us we talked with our eyes
our hands had fallen off
they had nothing to say