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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 80’s
Its around that time we see again though.