i’ve heard rumours
ok, but who hasn’t?
but i hear them
in their pure state
without words; with
a world or more.
new ones, old ones,
not any more valuable
still brilliant though;
i’ve heard them.
they were floating
in space for years.
i’ve heard aquatic
rumours, from fish.
i’ve heard earth,
air ones, from trees
from winds, those
were the best.
remember that mass
of clouds whispering it
seems like it is going to
rain — cloud rumours
painting the sky with
a very near-far
IMMENSE
natural phenomenon –
not the thing but the feeling
of its formation, when it is
inner-outer vibration
smell-mood-flavor-moon
don’t know what to say
its own effect suggested
affecting body and mind.
the moon made me
love you like that
like a cat. the sea
made me laugh and cry.
the planet is inside me too,
feelings that are out of me —
i choose to see them, to
hear them like rumours.
then i ex………presssss
(the sound of s extends,
i am talking as
an effervescent pill)
a glass of water enigma;
from another solar system
i am receiving the subtle
messages from this one
they are like rumours.
the ones in the title.
Rômulo Cyríaco
Art Claire Palmer