Saturday, January 3, 2015

Meditating Words

It’s winter and the river is reflecting nothing. 
It’s not the words which say it wrong 
but our insistence on translating them. 
Have you ever noticed that it’s always cloudy 
when you’re living while it’s January? 
Begin this sentence with a noun instead. 
The antichrist is driving off the bridge again. 
Working in the relative, we rest within the absolute. 
In wintertime, telecommuting is like 
a slow waltz from amazingly nowhere. 
If you haven’t learned to shoot a word, 
you shouldn’t read or write them. 
Silence doesn’t kill but the cold will do. 

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