When I lose my voice, I listen

Listen: there are libraries of starts

And archives of story points

What do you want to hear?

There is a structure here

Do you see it?

Can you hear me if 

I break

The format

See me. 

In an order the leaves tremble

For freedom

For wisdom

For truth

What do you tremble for?

What archive keeps you

What outline deceives you?

Break

Painting by Giorgia Madiai Fuchs, Barga