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Jonathan Knickerbocker |
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fill me Empty solitude Rational because methinks A word mentioned So that we might hear The echo, The afterglow To and fro In and among and Between these six walls It’s not unlike racquetball Within the halls of conversation And comfort Dialectically joust and gesture we may While the idleness that is the day In a series of seriously serene images In life—the interplay Keep momentary stillness And a sense of timelessness Count your breath A death rehearsal |