The Composure

There is nothing new in the composure

You

spend /SPENT

These

Fragments

Of

Line ear

Unserving

The listener

Who seeing

Without

[ inner eyes worlds universal SEPARATED]

Can only think he/ she /it they we you I

understand in understating

The concepts well to be precise?

Badly

My reply to the deaf the dumb and the BLIND

[The distinguished deconstructivist is]

Listen

HEAR

Feel

The air

I will give you MUSIC

This is my composition

Patterning the very air

You breath

My unseen notes curls

Dancing

Without ink blot or.................? ? SIGN

Written DOWN

A variation turning every time

A mystical sound

yvette smith

april 09

poem by Yvette Smith
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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