HEARING IT ALL FADE AWAY
'I will sing this song to you, I
will start, or try; not yet knowing
the words, but they will come as
I go along.' I sometimes figure
that may have been my first
words spoken; first sentence
along this encrusted way. How
does a baby manage?
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Herald and force, fire and the
meadow, the force-field, and
the conning tower. A fireman
must read the situation as it's
seen. If wrong, so be it too.
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Clang, clang, the train whistle
goes. I yet hear it in my drowzy
sleep, attentive to nothing anyway,
I muse. Like a stretched band of
being, the red shift affects sound?
I am hearing it all fade away.
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