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
bonded
through trust 

without understanding
imagination

without interpretation

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