“Did he ever hear his own deafness?”
–Roland Barthes
His thoughts’ clutter
enjambed, like a
flood’s detritus
caught in a sluice
clots the flow of
the creek’s slow
meander, stirs
strange connections
between what he
imagines, what he
remembers, and
what happened; until,
no differences blur
the dark horizon
of his silences’
numbing wash.
(April 26, 2015)
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