Thursday, March 26, 2009

On a Smooth Surface [March 26th | 80/365]

to harmonize our voices
you assume our consonance
which is not always
apparent to the ear

we cut the words
and sentences out of
four other people's stories
demand ransom from ourselves

it pens us in
keeps us in check
locking the parts together
making their rearrangement illegal

we gather in song
collect voices like scraps
washed up on shore
worn smooth by seawater

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