poem, voices

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silences (2)

i have written

so very many words! the writing

the thing, assuredly: a crystalline moment of vision

and somewhat-freedom…

my life consists of broken threads, the undone and

unsaid; my only expression, really, these lines:

unmetered and sprung, unrhyming, unpolished cadences

and rhetoric,

and endless seekings

of undefined, indeed perhaps

unnamed unknown

things…i have known most closely

and best despair, and futile

endings. these scenes

occlude, refract.

…i have written so very

many words: millions. i have perhaps five percent of

that.

i sing, i say,

quite strongly, quite silently. but

when i’ve need of words…

i cannot speak.

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Glenn