Sunday, August 13, 2017
Bleak Like Me, Redux
Never been a beginning but it makes sense. Vowels form around consonants, picking voice for words, in the dark language night. Same things are going on. Prodding often to make. Same night same, for a voice of music or cold brick head. That bad headstone says nothing, presiding as it does as nothing. Period fixes sentence in stasis, in period. Nothing attends to nothing.