samedi 9 octobre 2010

The second poem, dedicated to an ambient artist. Comments, anyone ?

TANGE

Complex Silence II

silently

golden tubular bell

summoning eternity for sixty minutes


lines

have lost length

distance

disappeared


time

not gone

just unthorned

releases

scents for the aural eye


echoes infinite lazily stretch

towards no horizon but the very universe

of ourselves


'now we are infinite' another musician said

yet reverberation (in my own eyes)

alone could draw and draw out a space

without limits or void

absence as pharmakon

can bite

deep


this ringed space

attuned to the silent melody of the soul

golden peaceful

serene


resounds

across all the paths we take

once we grasp never let go of

the defining decision of

being alive


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