Ear

I am bound to you with the strongest kind of cord with the finest imperceptible waves yet real. Waves that through the wall of atom bombs and the crematorium furnace, have passed. Waves that even through the idols of commodity–money have passed; and again, again the dry throat of my jug with the water of your sweet spring they have filled. You are kneaded into my particles. As if from the beginning As if you are a mouth, I your ear or I am a mouth and you my ear. The uproar of storms is outside outside the hidden bond of ear and mouth in you and me in the human...