Monday, March 23, 2009


Voluble words gushing from all orifices, quick, more quickly still, a new word each micro-second, there must always be more, there must always be new ones, untiringly, flashes crackling in the black silence, more, more, quickly, quickly, to hide the sun, to expand space, words, life, insects, quivering and vibrating, words that blacken sky and earth, words, cobwebs, dust, twigs, and clusters of stars.
silence will never be heard.



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