What is human, is there really nothing but seeing or seen?The voice is wordless tissue, the fork from hearts of lossListen to the lips that feed youThe voice is a second flesh that cannot be seenThis body is not for vision, the seer cannot go thereBut the tongue is a palm for the restless, an indecipherable alphabetEach word an islet listsWe speak in tongues from part to partFrom part to partFrom invisible stateTo invisible stateTo invisible stateTo invisible stateWhere do I end? In the flames or in the trees?Where do I end?My body is the endMy body is the endMy body is the endwww.mooji.org
