I am Primordial Sound, Emanating. (poem)

I am Primordial Sound, Emanating. (poem)

I am primordial sound Emanating. I am the grunt I am the squealI am the moanOf endless pleasure.I am the mother.The gasp between orgasms.The soundlessness Of emptiness,Of depth Of infinite space.Filled with the essence of purity. I am the deafening silence of winter,...