how can that be

let's start beyond the unspeakable

that the fabric of words can't represent

there is nothing pinpoint articulate 

to be said

sure, you can guttural, moan, 

shapelessly bellow

as end-point soundings

feeble attempts at speaking the truth

but so much simultaneously going on

for words to pinpoint articulate

yet all you get 

is a flatscreen experience account

for I can't tell you 

but only take you there

to shakeup the clear dome 

half-spherical paperweight 

of your experience style

to provide the turmoil translation 

in sounding

I am not speaking for you to understand

but for you to immerse yourself

in the tremor-land of internal upheaval 

in the three-dimensional wailing 

of participation

beyond gravity intervention

beyond pain as a stimulus 

just plain cutting edge 

summational overwhelm

sure, you can try for the floodplain of words in response

but enunciation is too tidy

loudness is too simplistic

'I can only take you there' kind of sound

is the best introduction 

with nothing depictional 

you become either of it

or you become fascinated 

and horrified as one about it

you swim in the sweat and the swamp

or you paddle around wondering

you free-fall in the fire-pit 

unreasonably rising

or you shut the door, 

think fire pit 

with marshmallows burning instead

so when nuance has more depth 

then dimensions of observation 

can account for

when dreamlike seems miles away

given what's in your inner face 

is smothering

when sensory overload 

has you beyond your self sense

then we're talking unspeakable

then you can fall-back in wonder

how can that for any one be? . . .

( and make yourself presentable again)