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
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poem by Yvette Smith
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