Wednesday, March 30, 2011

Beethoven

he doesn’t wait for you to answer the door
barging in with greetings
and then maintaining a steady flow of

scintillation

you can’t get a word in edgewise but you don’t want to
because you remain still slack-jawed as the brilliant intensity
washes over you like wave after wave of warm sea water on
a beach in Crete taking your little distractions with them lost
in the beautiful blue roar until the final expression and you

know something you didn’t before

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