Decided to try this again, but with my work Blackberry this time. Not as good a shape as the recorder, but still a challenge to fill it with meaningful language...which, of course, is the point.
A structure
so incomplete, but
so meaningful. A bare frame
filled to its empty walls with the
pale ghosts of our collective past,
shining in the mirrored glass and
howling to be forgotten - no, not
forgotten, let go. Released from
our memorial tethers; allowed to
stay at rest without the imminen
interruption of policy, rhetoric,
commercialism; allowed to settle
into the light grooves of their new
homes - at home in the mind,
and at home in the heart.
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Playing on my iTunes at this very moment:
TV On The Radio, Blues From Down Here
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