i just wanted to be clear about that.
we can speak at the same time, but that is not a conversation .
it is listening without any sense of beauty –
just point and counterpoint.
i spend my days and nights measuring words.
one speaks, and they insert themselves
into the equation, another element; a hollow
agreement – concessions to the argument
that all things are good in proportion.
they are not. their effects ripple through the aether
like a song as it makes its way through the body.
the sky is filled with sound – not unlike a song –i just don’t know – or perhaps i’ve forgotten – the melody.