Wednesday, October 01, 2008

For AR, Again

Sound heard plainly in speech
And worlds created by sound

All the steps we take within them
Until they or we stop thinking

This is all you meant by here
Always making another version

Of our words since they are
Happenings across anyone's

Strings the way an ocean throws
The voice hears intervals in us

As though the first time thrown
Back to where we began

In prairies, husks, echos
Free because we are composed

In prairies, husks, echos
Discontinued continuously.

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