June 14, 2003

  • I’m feeling as indescribable as the sound of the Sun. 



    Indeed, what sounds might you hear
    if you could voyeur into that atmosphere?
    Might you not hear the endless, raucous  clatter
    of exploding ray-drunk, gas-ball blather
    akin to the rip of a solar fart?
    Or might you be treated
    to a soft, absorbent, hypnotizing near-hush
    provided by the slithering, simmering gases pliable rush?
    What if the gases, swirling in their vented vortexes, vociferously reeled
    under extreme pressure
    into screeches and squeaks and squeals?
    And, what if, with the endless opportunity
    for resonant recombinations,
    actual words were occasionally formed
    amidst the chaotic gas-chat sublimations?
    What would the Sun say?  And to whom would it be speak?
    Wait…I can, I think ...yes, I hear something now…
    Barely discernible..weak...
    ”OM” ?  “RA” ?
    Naw.
    It just said  “sexy” .


    I’m feeling as indescribable as the sound of the Sun.

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