essay 350
he lapsed into a comma
I don’t feel all that compositional
shocking the listener into awareness,
he grew up hearing one performance
toggle over, seeming
sketchy
an amplified switch
in all the ensemble items
restricted in their materials (a multi-tracking process
the ruined village’s first anthem
was a perfect soundbite
off more than you can choose
lists of qualifiers that might tweak
the different dialectic languages
he felt fit & refreshed
at the edge of the audible meadow
near my trees
if one fell in the fore-rest
& he heard it
will you speak
?
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