Alias (USA) - The Physical Voice lyrics

Note the reservation in the quiver of this voice: "Hello brandon, this is ----" Or the fateful stage directions in my own: "he allowed himself to be drawn in." [in the inscrutable subsoil of the physical voice.] [am only one of millions, mostly silent.] And then I wrote out "silence" in thick black brackets ... Were you to pin open quotes to the top corners Of the commonest phrases caught In the remote necks of familiar voices And hold them to the light The mid-air architecture of your lives together May show through the skeletal pauses The tones stretched taut over the yawning cavities Of fugitive phrases and their failing meanings And the living microfossils of accent That it must be composed of Much of this, of course, will depend On your location in the supernal span Of the novel light of the first morning shared And the sickly simulacrum of the streetlamp Under which a moving van is ever running In the stillness of the dreaming skull That capitol of the overwhelming absence In the soft black instant of a newly covered cage The thin curtain of the sleeping face; concealing The drone of a film reel under your breath hum Itself so close it singes a remote degree burn On the exposed skin of my bowed neck And within the tender perimeter of a whisper In the landscape of silence: The slow stirring and fatal sorting of our heaped bones; Blood blowing in each Always behind the borders of nerves Ourselves...ourselves are sealed at Subsection a: wordless couples, a diagram Limb-knit couples nursing they coffee At some cafe staring off in waiting rooms Memorizing "exit" signs Neon burned in the backs of they eyes On piedmont ave., clasping palms So as not to loose into A thousand shreds of personals ad