Tuesday, July 16, 2013

Cycle backwards

And so we move
from words to poems,
poems to songs,
songs to one song,
one song to the note
the note to silence.
The cycle will repeat itself
over and 
over again.
Just as I can feel
that bead of sweat
travelling slowly
down my back,
Just as I strain
for the precise word
and its corresponding
The universal struggle
to be understood
and to understand.
to be understood.
and to understand.
to be understood.
Now the bead of sweat reverses
as it will from time to time,
and travels up my back
I swallow the words
the poem the songs,
the note.
They are back inside my body.
Protected. Safe. Precious.
And so we move
to silence.

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