Our lives begin to end the day we become silent about things that matter

Tuesday, December 16, 2003


What happens to the voice, your space,
the place you cut out, settled into
so well when changed perspective
is an opportunity, when you animate
the figures, figments of imagination.
Would a spoken path ever be regained
after laryngitis clears away its hold.
Would it ever be the same...
Just not the same.
What then. Where could you go
from there?

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