Lips beat against mottled head,
waves of words spread
through molasses air.
I amplify, ensnaring attention
through wires, transistors and speakers,
as sound leaps the great divide
pouring into an oceans of ears.
Soothing fears, reassuring and exciting,
tearing at souls, eroding reason,
only to rebuild it whole.
In the enunciation, the pitch and role,
of your tongue energy flows,
intonation controlling output.
I become part of you...
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