I am tinkering with things
Making experimental sounds now
To replace breath and all the words we use for normal things
Art to replace the heart
Whether it breaks or
Tears or
Buoys up or
Understands the concept of solitude.
Movement, to replace
The pedestrian bump and grind
Constructions and concoctions to honor
An elusive modernity.
I am slightly more free
And there is a little more of me
Scattered for posterity.
Play.
12/21/2011
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