Psalm

I do not write this for the eyes of others but only
For you, who do not need eyes to hear
And need not breathe to read, still uttering
The silence of a space whose words have past.

I do not know how to call you -- my voice points
To the edge of the horizon but falters on an object
That I cannot think. All I know is that we speak:
Even if the thoughts are my own, the voice is yours.

-- Because I am not my own vessel.
-- Because I perceive myself through you.