Sunday, April 28, 2013

I'm making writing every day. I'm making

I'm making writing every day. I'm making
sense of love and love of sense. I'm loving
making, being senseless, sensing being
beyond writing. I'm making singing every

night. I'm making night a singing silence.
I'm silently awake and loudly sleeping
lucidly. I'm dreaming of a poetry
that isn't written, I'm making a turning

verse that is reversed. I'm making lines
and words that evoke images of the sacred
and ridiculous mystery. I'm a nonsense

fiction in a library. I'm making writing
every day. I'm making nothing when
I write or sing or make or dream or sense.

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