Monday, July 15, 2013
you remain loudly in every silence. a rhythm a knock a single tone under the slippery layer of awareness. you are me and not me, an edging an anxiety a brittle fabric a thin covering of confidence. I am this and something else merge and sway layers of distraction and engagement. a turning or twist, focus and disband, the ringing intones the caution of cares to the wind. your subtle straightforwardness sometimes lost in the haze of continuous present tenses. your verging articulation imprecise in pastel shades. there is no contradiction but the abstract smearing of color shades of individual and collective chronic movement of detail synthesis reflection. and in the eyes leaning elsewhere muted reverberations mingle and rationally, a quick second sigh.