Emotional Geometry (Legacy of Sound)

Afraid to tell you, I think in imagery. Emotional geometry.

Every word you speak sounds foreign to me. I cross oceans, swallow coals.

Not to exaggerate or boast. My emotional landscape is ten-fold. How you meet

me here? I don't know. You speak in sentences, I speak in

weather. You offer words, I offer storms. You ask what

I feel, I give you whole landscapes. I've had to survive to

name it. Not that I'm hard to know. It's that knowing me requires navigation.

Not empty conversation. Not surface revelation. I offer kingdoms, majestic cathedrals wrapped in theater.