LETTERS II


The sound empties
to the right: Listening
is as slow as syntax
but the forfeiture of knowing
is as not
as you are

down in tomorrow’s daydream, I’m dissatisfied
and bite my name in half


Sounds, fade
with the retraction of
emptiness


The sound
surrounds, and the rewards travel to

the poem

the verse
the word
the end


……Dec 1998 revised July 2004