"Germinal, the voice that within dirt
took root became the many-tendriled sound.
What haunts the ground haunts me, its ghostly art
to coil round where silence was, remand
quiet to the hum. Where words are indistinct
/shut up/ where words /they can't/ betray themselves -
indifferent contradictions, mouthed or inked.
No matter, we all betray ourselves, or loves. "
"The Dark Octaves", Sanderlings - Geri Doran