#1692 - words for the unsaying

 

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19.viii.24

words for the unsaying

for David Adès

 

every line is a title

unfolding

deepest midst

 

enemy of bedrock pause

 

they have a voice

the thousand pictures in each

every day deliberate

 

between the said

becoming elsewhere, otherwise

 

by animal instinct

fist flesh

 

every line rings in each other

 

there’s the universal hum

when the lights come on

 

the lastness of all things said

 

just now is where we’re up to

 

riffing on what’s not

 

thin air good for the plucking

 

every word the truth