it's giving voice to the specific language of the moment, unique, authentic to every aspect found. This too includes our contribution, it's not mere listening, but a chorus of the whole in which we now belong. These words reflect only this moment, sounds heard, scenery of my surroundings, thoughts that linger, pass, and then silence left behind. Even as I write the language of the moment shifts to something other, a new world is spoken to existence, and just as quickly disappears to be remembered. To find the poetic voice of one moment is an impossibility of time, everything written always comes after. But still, there's the gift of receiving, poetry being given now and later recorded to the page - it's that one moment of pure listening, sites gifted without merit to the eyes. It doesn't matter if what's recorded falls after. There's always what the moment offers.
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Peace,
Eric
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