whatever happens tomorrow/this is still true Con/Jur/d, 11/5/2024 LISTEN to the silence between words HERE between ONE////////TEN an easy reference breath passes through nostril/nostril a slight wind above your lips, with their unvocalized tensions listen, closer and hear the wet MEAT/MEAT THUMP/THUMP of our heart its variable rhythm beating from the very beginning will STOP/STOP when this universe this you ENDS/ENDS closer/still past divisions of Here /// There past thought’s delicately linked meaningnesses deafening THE GREAT UNHEARD just there/here beneath the chattering mumblings the starling murmurations not shallow, depth sounded deeper than this surface of names, like A-Crow’s-Caw-Concentrically-Trembles-Air while we walk checking beneath the red/gold leaves for our names on color hidden graves in this cemetery beneath heavy blue/black clouds listen closer yet those clouds, the proportionate undertone blue/black heard as hum/roar or singular spinning/jetting the atmosphereless roar/fugue the silence arcing with black hole accretion disks and the stormless thundering of Porphyrion’s twin jets, Measurement Callers, name 140-Milky-Way-Galaxies-In-Length listen////closer we///hear silent//cacophonies in/between.
MUCH, MUCH LOVE!
Con/Jur/d, 11/5/2024
Beautiful