Monday, March 19, 2018

Between Valentine

To feel our breath
Will be determinative
Of a new world
 
That what’s signed on the air
Our throats are forming
Into a new language
 
More immediate and affective
With a refined sense
For subtle gradations
 
Of timbre and moral
A more angelic tone
In which the meaning is caught
 
In the sound of the breathing
In the first breath
Or in all the others in between

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