In the event
that one of us
should slip from
the range of
contact, I want
to tell you that I
did not know if
my voice was
made of sound,
or if that was just
an idea, possibly
unsound, until
you answered.
I still don’t have
a word for the
color of that
last note, but
now I think this
is more likely
about the limits
of any language
seeded
in isolation
than it is about
a problem with
my eyes.
