Saturday, March 13, 2010

Words Said as Time Moved into No Time

It's all going to be just like this from now on,
But there's a cost,
There's a reason people write their names on a piece of paper
And burn it,
There's a reason they take on the energy of new names
—Sonny Liston-Detroit—
But there is no name.
There's only the sound of a quail calling his honey at dusk.