Language and Distance

if we clap and howl silently
Mountains may clear out patched pieces of throat
What then shall humans bargain with?
Today, raise these hands as unto heaven
Imagine fallen breasts rising, singing
collapsing and quaking like loud laughter
The omen resides not inside glittering lies
Wine intoxicates.
Tonight my soul surrenders
Singing along with the ocean

Bose et Leonell