Visualized though the Joy Could not be Heard
©Aristotle Sinclair

Outside, a waltz of dancing smiles. I asked
why humans smile when gliding across
a tandem's mutual agreement. I spoke alone,
to no one, for they could not understand
my smileless facade. I received an image
of imaginary lips, whispering an answer
my earless head could not ascertain.
Instead, I watched alone, sedentary. My
eyes equated their movement to the
temporary presence of a dragonfly's
constant vanish. As they continued to
dance a waltz of dancing smiles, I
pressed my earless head into the visual
declaration joy was the reason
the body wore colors of metaphoric
pleasure.



Biography Sketch:

Aristotle Sinclair is a poet of neoteric understandings and
misunderstandings. He reads Duane Locke and Constance Stadler to
become acclimated to excellent poetry. In the rarity of spare time,
he reads various texts and quotations from philosophers, and thinks
Thelonious Monk is the epitome of a jazz genius.