It's the sounds in this that seem important.
Somehow, i also feel the ending on 'yet' to be extraordinarily
poignant, if I can say that.
J
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Subject:Still life
A little noise, a little space; a little curvature; clicking of
connections
together, scraping of missed contacts, pain jammed with speech...
a spill of laughter rolls down the side of its storage jar,
spreading,
thinning, slowing...
speech pushed into pain to make it swish...
curlicues of wire in a wire depth, cables trail the ground over
distressed
soil...
sea breaks on a ridge of shingle; beech tree creaks against itself; a
field
begins to dry and crack...
the talk is wearing thin; the pain sticks out, the drink runs out;
the
silence is wet and sticky, echoing inside itself..
nothing fits properly yet
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