Later, mate the nouns with esses and eds and ings, doctoring them into plurals and adjectives. The also words become verbs, participles, adverbs and other memorabilia and in the weeks ahead the lot will be constructed into a massive lexicon, symbols of communication, my part of the human cry for oneness, my cry. I drive home, hypnotised by the swish of rubber blades wiping tears from the windscreen, the hiss of tyres riding on the rain. Yes, love-rubber covers a multitude. I eat in silence, brooding.
Boars grunt at the sight of gilts.
I must learn to speak before the raven spears my tongue, beaks my vacant eyes. And my truths told may lead to friction. In their safe cave, the thinkers huddle, mull over the seminar. One, known as Nail-biter, farts loudly, shamelessly. In the lee of a limestone rock, an alpine flower feathers in thin soil.