Monday, May 17, 2010


This happens, doesn’t it
Everything has a volume

Not an empty or full volume, no
It’s all empty and full
But a volume

And I am turning them all down
Not consciously
But so consciously that I don’t even

And that’s always been the secret
Hasn’t it?
Live, dead, meaning, not meaning
Bright happy happening fiction

Volumes of knowledge and experience and life
A simple knob creates one from the other
God’s fairest equalizer

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