"Let the music do what it wants to do"
– Morton Feldman
released to
windows of brief
listening: stammered
clouds &
preliminaries:
*
one delicate waxeye
beaking seed husks:
tiny bundles
of fibrous daylight:
*
recounting reason
and go:
the literal window, all
colloidal wave
and silence:
*
Zita mapping concentric
transmissions
through the silver:
invisible
shifts at the click:
formal knots reorganise
layers of fade
pearlising quiet:
*
passing crowds
give accent:
clustered drift
in definite: voice
long paused
in the scale
of a leaf: in a car
radio's reach:
