Words.

Are there no ends to the tricks you can make words perform?

Sunday, August 22, 2010

Sing.

Now sing now sing
Thursday or was it Tuesday
today
last week month...summer
time's lost its meaning
broken chords of melody
burned deeper
gently, gently
WHISPER
patience, patience have you
failure to respond
to react
to realize
in triplicate
I swear it was here before
looking -
Shh.
We're not looking anymore, Autumn
Save the sighs, Saturn
New balances, new sights
single silver slippers swing softly
Now sing. Sing. SING.

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