under the crust

The more raw the emotion the more inadequate whole sentances become
Conversations turn to sounds
There is an efficiency of a thousand words in one slide of a brush
This is beyond message
It is three dimensional
Lapping at the sides
Of every sense
It is what everything is not
It fills the spaces
And we can feel our way toward it
Feel our way with lobster tentacles
Between the seaweed
On the floor
Of the deepest ocean