Faces change, maybe the eyes shut, lips part, baring teeth (a poem)

Written while watching this interview with Keiji Haino. They’re not necessarily connected; I was responding more to his quiet manner of speaking…

Explosions
Silence
Echoes in between

Sound escapes
wanting to be free

Silence thinks it’s free
but is trapped
in the same prison

Both exist
in the margins
and the intervals

worshipped as ideals
seldom recognized
for what they are

This is where
the discomfort begins

(7 August 2018)

 


 

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