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have you ever listened to a record? 
ever        
            lied
                         on your
                                          spine 
on the rug of a big naked living room



furniture shoved against the walls 
         through  
calm               the sphere              
              of
                       the sound
           
with nothing to interrupt the waves

 


as they charge through the air into you --                
nothing             left                                         to take in
            but       to imagine               good         love
wears                                    soft    danger,     like
            to be    exactly what                            we want:
love,                we need:        rest,
                                                                      for good
squirming through the speed of time

 


the predictable and calculated box of a record
the same            consistent
    understood        mesmerism                 
       captured          through time
          like grabbing      kites
  the snowglobe         sound

      forever never changing

     history              emergent
       recited              and reliable

          art is a love under lock

   always within our       wistful grasp           
enough cues in its patterns to give us fair warning

 

                                     song
the sound          of the                       you only have
                                   meaning

so many minutes left to fly
      through the space of this snowglobe
           terrarium wonderland love sound cocktail
                stronger than anything your tongue ever knew

     so that you can count the minutes
       in pitch and rhythm, the calculated
        advances towards and against the sound

         in quiet imagination of the other missing senses
           absent, all of them, or else sacrificed for the sound

 that you will have on the warm rug of the naked room until
  soon
    very soon when
  it is



        dropped
        into
hot
wet
nothing

and you stand into a moment with absolutely nothing
to flip the record over?

 

August, 2014

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