GreenTea with BrownRice
the writing of clint s. rhubart
Thursday, August 26, 2010
this music is…
this music is…
delimited
by the want
of me
in you
confined
in this mode
diminished
by the longing
for you
in me
ebbing
are these notes
suspended
by the returning
of us
in we
revolving
are these chords
now
close your eyes
and listen
~csr
Thursday, August 5, 2010
behind the veil
when illusions of sight.. .
distractions of sound...
the resonance of a voice…
and the static of touch are gone.
we are left in such darkness.
a beating of a heart...
the sound of our own breathing.
it is here we wrestle
with the final deception...
the deception of self.
and we try to accept what we find…
behind the veil.
~csr
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