(again
for Sashi)
The
most beautiful silences
are
those between words
and even syllables,
the fleeting and fleeing ‘nothing’
between sound,
between fury and compassion,
embrace and let-go,
but now,
reading you
and misreading perhaps
the blankness of waiting
and the interruption
of battery-dead-and-no-charger
was long:
it shrieked!
and even syllables,
the fleeting and fleeing ‘nothing’
between sound,
between fury and compassion,
embrace and let-go,
but now,
reading you
and misreading perhaps
the blankness of waiting
and the interruption
of battery-dead-and-no-charger
was long:
it shrieked!
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