Introverts are people

They would all sit, huddled by the soft arms of night and mesmerized by the invisible voices enchanting the horizon with hope and soft altos

They all listened to that harmonic choir of stars, singing the winter night blue with grace

Singing with high pitches of glitter, serenading the serene silent night,

Spark there and another one there. The stars would sing light to elucidate the shy sky.

They all savoured the rough notes, the unbalanced tones, phones that would jump out of corroded cords to put the day to sleep, set the moon alight and set the mood to write. But they did not understand.

It is at night they would deploy their tongues and separate their lips from the everlasting explicit intimacy of muscles that took plays the whole day.

It is at night they’d speak, seek depth in heights of time when the day tweaks and dies into noon.

Odd moments when evens go oblique,

Counting ions backwards,

Speed of darkness chase light

Feathers lifting heavy hearts of hardworking men with minds that have suddenly gone weak, every week they would pray for salvation after a night of hectic orgy with their dreams, sodomizing reality “because life is fucked up” they say. “Women have mastered the art of control, stirring the Milky Way with brooms and sweeping us off our feet, now we’ve lost direction. They have grown porcupine quills beneath their armpits, they’re hard to please, it is hard to make them laugh, so don’t even think about happiness, they have killed everything in village, now they’re going for trees, put money in a monkey’s hand and they will marry monkeys!” All the men believed

It was later discovered that women also felt the same about these “heavy breathing and sweaty palms men, they can’t even chew right, they speak with food in their mouths, drinking from containers. They are monkeys!” The women would complain. The same shame glowed in their eyes

When they all united, males and females, north and south, cold and hot, hearts and minds, they all learned to express, let each other know what they feel on the spot, with immediate effect, speak what they felt and sort their differences out then and there.

And when they all learned to speak, the listeners all died.

No one felt the need to hear the next.

The world is flooded with mouths, and looted of its ears

I cannot speak... please just try to feel me...