Monday, March 14, 2011

Deflected from our own Recollection

A decibel which was never sounded
apart from something and not only
sounded but wrung proddingly
was not heard. The event
of its unnoticed creation
was post-existing, very much
like the unexpected
crash of its unremarkable
making–a word never formed
nor something on which
thoughts linger. Unexperienced
and unrecollectable, the moment
is unperturbed, indefinable.

"But the water surface ripples,
the whole light changes"

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