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∴

i think everything whispers
and tells you want it wants to be:

fabric, notes, colors, paper, people, stones…

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if you listen carefully in the silence,
and watch intently in the dark,
a thing will instruct you of its realized shape.

 

the bolt of wool, with a little encouragement,
will whirl up into a crisp-cornered and silk-lined suit
that a man will lengthen his spine to wear.

the G and C, plucked low and with air,
will tangle into tune
and cause us all to dance.

the gold will serpent ’round purply hue
and labyrinth in celtic knots

and the eye will follow, line by line
a mystery the pen begot.

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and if you see them with open lens –
without form to fill them in –
the other whom stands before you

might fly,

if we’d but point out their wings.

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the artist does not really create anything

they simply listen to little whispers

and lend a hand.

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