A Capella

Remained, immured in the silence of consternations, the cords
The open mouth was swept by the air, the sounds cloistered in the reminiscences
It had to be dug gently under the uncertain pushes to allow them to vibrate
Rocky from such a sequestration
The wide aisles of the call had to be opened for them
Go wake up the need lurked in the viscera for the song of necessities
The voice modestly ajar,  astonished under its own capacity
The vibrating pleasure, the effects of its projection on my cell walls
Sing, sing  anew, the route is clear
And are set down on it the pebbles that will signal the steps for returning 

 May 2015