Nears the Corporeal Sound…
Each jot & tittle
Renders its intended transcriptions
The platonic set of loaded silences –
The charm is packed & ready, erupting, on the dot
Yet the reference frame is empty, or mirrored;
We walk over the edge
We speak into silences
We venture off into the desert
All the dreams of the city tended to flock together,
Condensing with an atmosphere of oomph..
None of that which was plotted turned up on our porch
But we were not about to advertise it
I espy a song approaching –
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From my 2017 book Synaptic Syntactic available on major platforms such as Amazon, Barnes & Noble, iBooks, and Kobo, as well as direct from my BookBaby store for $4.99: https://store.bookbaby.com/book/synaptic-syntactic
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Lost in Mist 