Sunday, May 23, 2010

What is brought to mind by the absence
Of music is a discovery unto itself
Of foreign powers and powers that
Are all too much at home

With our memories of coming home
And the ear which receives us, returning
Powers loop a thousand ways
Transport us looping in instrument's increase

Harks back to things that will never be
The catastrophe of being the catastrophe
Of being here and not there
A music withholds sometimes.

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