SINGLE SIBILANT
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The syntax jams the flow, a clog of verbs.
All you ever wanted was the sound,
Highest note, beyond the muck of sense.
Living lately is a long lament
For notes--note--that seemed never to be,
For disconnected breath of worldly this,
Satisfaction of a total need.
You think you want the way it might have been
The blink before the Big Bang's jamboree,
Before the grammars came, dreary sludge.
Someone whispers yes but what you seem
To want is death, and that is partly so.
Subjects banging objects, conflict--die.
Leave a single sibilant hang high.
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6 January 1999
6 January 1999
Copyright (c) 1999 by Richard P. Richter
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