21 March 2025
the limits of whispers
we are we are we are we are we are the evaporants the
diacritical marks with no alphabet to float away from
music we are we are we are we are here
in the crowline the simplest
note!
ation
a supplicant
gasps
follows, wails, drags the pads of her fingers
on the rear window of the hearse carrying
her loved one
lying on his back in the dew
we are we are we are we are we are certainly
articulated, to hear
the limits of whispers
and the feeling of an old piano
pressed in our ears
a ceremony of scenic
purism
a jingle
of necessary conservatism
infinite etudes
betray starlight
in all its tinkling
oh!
three planets tonight
wow
a triangle!