the weight the rhythm the cadence of the word as it hits the page a cymbal’s clash the rap of the snare the thud of a bass drum all qualitative judgment in the eye of the beholder in the mind of the reader is this some kind of sandwich? is there sustenance in words? can they fill me up? I’m fit to burst with the teeming spilling explosion of it out there in the world there are tiny silences little gaps begging to be filled in here there’s a cacophony of sound and colour screaming to get out my head is a rain forest a train station an ocean a tsunami waiting to burst onto the snow white page
image “The Great Wave off Kanagawa” by Hokusai.