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27.viii.23
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now and then I turn on
the silence
notes towards a villanelle
for an archaeology of self
now and then I turn on the silence
it’s not a thing that lasts
things sing
not everyone can hear
over the ghetto blasts
things sing anyway
heard or not
and where you see the signs of violence
we sail without the sails, the masts
there’s much life inward of eye
of ear
just as soon as was invented
there was this cheering on
questions asked without a care
here’s pride, there’s fear
things sing
now and then you could turn on a dime
just look out the journey
must just be from here to there
it’s very rare, the silence
to take us out of time
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