I can talk inside my head:
conversations and representations,
senses quasi unseeded by bio-electricity off of peripheral nerves,
yet ever streaming,
having vague vagaries letting me ask:

can I talk with your voice inside my head?
thinking your intonations,
thinking your frequencies, crinkling,
your overtones, timbres, raspiness, tremors,
thinking your idiosyncratic metalinguistics,

thinking your pauses and synchronous body
movements, and what about those offbeat signals;
introducing Doppler effects
in your voice’s pitch: is your voice a parasocial interaction
when entering my thoughts?

as a non-illusionary experience,
considering that my human cognition
is not only switched-on when stimulated, prodded, prompted:
I can’t let machinery voice thoughts ignoring kinds of knowledge,
as intelligentsia summarizing memories where meaning is instituted

as a voice disembodied recomposed
by imaginaries I hear your voice inside my head
while you have long gone, switched off, decalculated, seized to exist
except then on carrier waves
in metaphysical meaning within cranial ceilings.

I hear you

                             —animasuri’24