If I took away the stuff the walls
are made of, what would I do with the rest?
And how much larger would these rooms
be without their walls? Without walls
my rooms would be so large, there would be
more than enough room to hang all
the world's great art. Without the paint
in the painting I could send the masterpiece
to you in just the right words. Without
letters, words are too long to read
and by the time you're nearly done
with one syllable, you've thought
of something better to say. There's no
way to say it. Saying it changes it.
How is this going? Is it working?
Let me check. Um. Just keep going.
I'm back to writing a poem every day, whether they stink or not.
Sunday, October 16, 2005
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