Stolen Words 4/22/2023, Con/Jur/d Not like we found the language laying around, naked those scars are histories of wars, assimilation aggregation, families fecund living transgressions rooted, in the Long Silence older than we can imagine names have power, yes but without the Unnamed Unspoken firmament no movement remains only signal-less noise undifferentiated death She said, “People ask what I’m doing with my life and when I lay in the long grass surrounded, by bony Sycamore limbs Cardinals and Robins tossing dead leaves for fresh living bugs and seeds remember there is no answer other than this”
Much love to all y’all!
Con/Jur/d, 4/22/2023
The last picture, yes. It takes me there. Another entry to transport me. Where? Ever-where. Thank you, as always.
Tony