Poems of the Superior Temporal Gyrus

We’ll disturb the primary
Audio cortex for you
So you can strip out our words.

We mean inside of you. We
Mean as signs in you, even
If we entered dressed in noise.

If there’s anything sacred
In the cosmos, it’s in here,
Where the concept of sacred

Is recognized and conveyed
From the air to the waiting
Flesh seething with soul’s concept.