Wednesday, June 11, 2014

Birdsong's Valentine

Place it ahead of the verb
all that has to be said
about me or you it seems
the words have changed
nothing of the kind is left
outer life growing ever inward
and then outwardly again
losing all feeling for the sound
drawn back into abstraction
the music thrown off
the nuance separates the outside
falls out of awareness  while
something inside ascends
hovering over things
reality at one remove
nothing actual about it
but the idea’s will

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