Snippets of possibility arrested in brief moments of clarity
Like my dream.
I compose in between
In between dreams

And waking.
While driving in the car
Passing through
Tantalized by words I knew before I was born:
Liminal. Structure. Breath.

It will come one way or another because it is inevitable. Silence and sound both start with the letter “s.”

I have walked underneath a black umbrella in quietly falling snow.

Now, I go back there and tie on my bright blue Pulcinella mask, my head adorned with jewels and feathers. For, I must proceed.

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