In the beginning, there is no word, and no 'I'
In the beginning, there is sound
In the beginning, we create with our mouths
Do we know who makes what sound?
Do we know who, from who, no
Sound is more familiar than subjects, and time, and time
We are, and sound hugs our bodies

There is darkness
Sound travels across it
Invisible bodies carry
Darkness leads us closer to what will in the future be called death
Which is now inseparable from what in the future will be callеd life
We exist and sound hugs our bodiеs
I reach out for a vowel, and it's so soft
I cannot distinguish a 'Y' from a thigh
At this time, there is no 'I', and we don't know God
Can we ever truly be selfless and compassionate when we don't know 'I', I wonder?
I think about this as I am talking to Jehovah's witnesses—they're at the door
What is human, is human, an 'I'?
A non-'I'? A selfless action?
Can you ever really say you are knocking on a door as a selfless act?
Because you are imposing your belief on someone else
You are admitting that you believe that your belief is worth more than whatever believes behind the door
You knock on the door because you believe in the context of a door, and in conviction, preaching, spreading the good word

In the beginning, there is no good word
In the beginning, there is no word
There is voice, and it comes from somewhere
Invisible bodies bring it over to here, from there
Does that mean it doesn't come from me?
I don't know what 'who' is
Isn't the idea of God the idea of self?
I want to ask the Jehovahs
Perhaps that thing about selflessness boils down to my own limited understanding of selflessness
To me, selflessness has a lot to do with singing
To sing is a selfless act, or at least, potentially a selfless act
Singing could, should be about compassion

In the beginning, there is darkness
Sound travels across it
Invisible bodies carry

In the beginning, there is darkness
Sound travels across it
And invisible bodies carry
I try to go there
For I fail to go there
But somewhere it's there
Fragmentary
Moments when I'm stretching out of myself
To get closer to you
Will I ever get close, closer, close enough to sound you
Together
Tissue and sound is what is stretching out of myself
Will I ever get close
Will I ever cross darkness?
Carried by invisible bodies, bodies, bodies, bodies, bodies, bodies
Now it's where would I be differently
If I had another's mouth
To get closer to you
To sound you, to sound you, will I ever get close, closer, close enough to sound you
Together, together, together, together, together, together, together, together
(Out) Together
(Out) Together
(Out) Together
(Out) Together
(Out) Together

Tissue and sound is what is stretching out of myself
Tissue and sound is what is stretching
Will I ever get, will I ever get close
Will I ever cross darkness?
Will I ever cross darkness?
Carried by invisible bodies
Carried, carried, carried, carried, carried, carried, carried, carried, carried, carried, carried, carried, carried, carried, carried
Stretching
Stretching out of myself
Who looks, out of myself
Who looks when I'm stretching
In the beginning, there is no 'I'
There is sound
Carried by bodies
Will I ever get, will I ever get, will I ever get close, closer, close enough?
Close, closer, close enough
Close, closer, close enough
Close, closer, close enough
Close, closer, close enough
Close, closer, close enough
Close, closer, close enough
Close, closer, close enough
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