Monday, April 27, 2015

NOWHERE NEAR (AFTER PHILIP GLASS)

We're all pretty quick to think we move—fast,
but we're
still 

so 
shame-
fully slow 

with words—
wherever 
his 

broken 
chords 
are concerned;

because—it's just there,
in the vast spaces 
where 

even 
syllables 
are not—that's where 

tender nameless—
feeling 
is.

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