Monologue

One day, I’m going to deliver a monologue, philosopher. I’m going to speak until the end of time. Do you think that’s possible?

What about?, you ask. I don’t know. I’ll just talk. And talk. And talk some more. Why not? It’ll pass the time.

I’d like speech to float upwards. Does that ever happen? For words to float up. For words to lighten.

I’d like to wear words away. I’d like to ear their meaning away. From them not to mean anything. For them to be just sounds. Maybe I’ll just make sounds, like an animal. I’ll hoot.