The World is Words "It's as if you kneel to plant the seed of a tree and it grows so fast that it swallows your whole town before you can even rise to your feet." Jaron Lanier I hear a dog barking I see trees standing covered by a sound of the dog Music climbing out into the air Traveling through and whispering away A chirping bird flies among notes Scribbled with the veins of leaves Plucked from an growing seed Filling into colors, then drops in a silence of flutter