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I write the word: I am behind it

I write the word: I am behind it
You read the word: you are before it

We make a oneness, a reflection
two separate moments come together

But the word is still between us

Some day there’ll be no words
Some day we’ll simply be like flutes playing each other

Strike a match
Light up this page
Watch them go black and vanish into flame









Performing with Stephen Spera at the Painted Bride in Philly in the early 80s


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