(1)
One breath
Haltingly continuing for days
Moments alive, fragile, transparent
No room for illusion
Each tick of time measures the infinite
Worlds expand in the stillness and collapse
Repetition numbs
Polishes features with constant drumming
Reflects the subtle flicker
Life dances across the surface
My own breath remains
The silence roars with the missing echo
Change irreversible
At the pivot, no words
(2)
In the silence
A grand pirouette
Draws in the audience
Sucks diversion from their minds
And holds them
Suspended beyond time.
-- Larry Wolf (1995)
[Posted 2025]
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