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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 80’s

One Comment

  1. Its around that time we see again though.

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