Every time I can.

Will go deeper.
Will try to put all the noise possible in
a column,
a tunnel,
the deepest column,
the deepest tunnel.
the deepest known.

All the noises,
from insects, hummingbirds, to moanings and cryings.
From waves to bullets shooting.
From silent sunrising lights to silent sunset lights.
From everyone of us kissing,
from every sigh,
from every clap,
to silent and noisy nothings.

Will then climb it.
Going up there.
Back to the surface.

Will melt human feelings and put them in cans,
thousands of them.
Millions of them.
Will label them,
order them by odd numbers.

Will then close the tunnel,
the column.

Will now bury myself
with the noises and the feelings.
Needing nothing else.