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Author’s
Partial Preface These
poems are crystals of transformation. Change is too small
a word for the mess of transforming, which involves viscous
cocoons and dissolving structures and a looming unknown.
Transformation is a whispered word with a question
mark hidden in its last syllable. Some people welcome
change and work for it; fewer want transformation, yet
are pulled to it. Transformation always pushes paradox in your
face. ~
~ ~ Burnt Silence
Every morning the voices of the world fade just a notch lower and the burnt silence rises in volume filling all the air around me filling me last. I don't listen in the burnt silence. There are no pictures either. There is the fire and feeling that bright light around everything that word making everything everything possible. A day with the burnt silence is a day of lifetimes, the entire universe pulsing in two notes of a white throat or the slow greening of a backyard.
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