Sounds

Drown me in sounds of the cold wind
until my purpose turns purple
under the welts of invisible air

Starve me of the brazen breeze
until I freeze within the stale
the frail formations of skin heavy upon the scales of life

I hear my sounds echo against the walls of emptiness
the white chalk and old paint
clumping closed against my buried mouth

The wings of the wondrous fly in sound
within the winds are vocals strung on strained chords
the abhorred quieted in vats of silenced voices