We do not open our lips nor watch other lips move or see other eyes.We close eyes on sound, on sight. Our feet are,ghost-like, on each other, so that the ants in them crawl against all motion.
Lips shall make a circular sound on the flat earth of ears. The ants are busy feet finding their destination which is just the circle of sound.
Lips will form ellipsis to let pass sound like wind under the door.We now hear the ants crawling,the silence of their sounds in us.
The Morning is Just a Dream 
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