(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, I merge and sway into layers of distraction and engagement. A turn 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 become a chronic movement of detail, a synthesis reflection. And
behind the eyes seeking an elsewhere, muted reverberations mingle and rationality
becomes a quick second sigh.)
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I try. I mean, with the distraction and all. Look down here, Jill; I've left you something to consider. A second, and this is wonderful. And THIS is wonderful. Are you engaged? Really: this is wonderful. Thank you. 1, 2, 3, 4, synthesis! (Really, though…)
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