Static on the Radar

Voices resound from the pottery
Taste of abstract
Words mesh into one another
Meaningless, indecipherable vocalizations
Pitch bends
Tune is funneled
Melody is malleable; molds at our fingertips
Vibrations hold no meaning
Chants fill the room
Pollute the air
Voice in a pot
You are not real
If we ignore the wires
They are indeed disembodied voices
If you track the origin, it disappears into the mist
Fades into the ether
For the first time, words are stout
Voluminous
Cave of souls?
No, spirits
No, voices
Cave of voices
Singing, chanting, counting
Time refuses to stop passing
Wires carry voices
Funnel into our ears
Pierce skull
Invade mind