Saturday, June 11, 2016

Black Boulevard

I look for the place
where we are born

you and I

It is the place where images and sound and rhythm meet
and birth us as twins

a time before the slow
disintegration of unselfconsciousness
when we were pure
and whole
and all things at once
held together by points of view
through trust 
without understanding
without interpretation

The place is the black boulevard
between songs
on a scratchy record. 

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