here is the sound that photographs make
when I see them
when I hear them
I see regions of sharp precision
over abundance
over indulgence
tied together with rope and twine
stuck together with paste and glue
two old planks of knotty pine
a couple of nails that poke right through.
adoro essa música.
4.7.10
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me too
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