Cosmos is God, who whispered the syllable of life.

Find the pitch and pace and syllables and words you love to hear. Delight your own senses, and self-romance.

i swallowed the syllables of your nameand i was full.

I want to see the thirstinside the syllablesI want to touch the firein the sound:I want to feel the darknessof the cry. I wantwords as roughas virgin rocks.” - Verb.

Thank you," I said bravely, dropping the syllables cleanly, like marbles, and secretly full of the most pathetic pride imaginable. I had spoken to strangers.