I am looking at an image 
by Ithell Colquhoun 
from the Decad of Intelligence 

A flat grey space holds a fluid-botanic-gemlike-landscape

I listen 
A spore explodes

I am looking
teething and teasing out an image 
through my voice

Reaching a female body born in 1906
and spiderwebbing across time

The invitation to listen 
is to 
sink 
through the unseen visual composition 
with sound

To hear an image speak before the word 

and Mao wants to play