GARY BARWIN
Anechoic
walking through woods
imagining sex between John Cage
and Merce Cunningham
a constellation that resembles a toad
a river you can see
a piano in the northern sky
nothing more than nothing can be said
we make our lives by what we love
our ears are now in excellent condition
I have three losses
first when I was young I was eager to study
and travelled all over the world
then when I returned my parents were dead
second all good companions in my life have now gone
third I forget the third
the nervous system
the blood in circulation
two sounds: one high one low
every year around this time
I draw a sparrow
magnificent magnificent
no one knows the final word
the ocean’s bed aflame
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