September 12

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poetry

The day’s calvacade,
a clatter of hours–

this life could use
more sotto, more legato.

A thing is more striking
given the proper setting:

Consider a spotlight
in its wealth of darkness.

The weight of a caesura.
Excursive silence.

 

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