How is it that we can hear god’s
voice in each of our languages?
Always changing but never lost,

so shameless in its song our thoughts
pain themselves to sing along, its
shaping what we want without pause

that movement symphonies applaud,
this rhythm’s coincidences
always changing but never lost,

louder colours watering mouths
when thirst conquers what deafness whets,
shaping what we want without pause

if only because turning off
love calls it up, blush choruses
always changing but never lost

as years close and time rusts, the cost
of painless noise ancient voices
always changing but never lost,
shaping what we want without pause.