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White space

Much of the magic happens
in the spaces between the words;
wild whispers live beneath the measures.
When the pen lifts, breath is drawn,
hidden voices start to life.

Each word begins in silence,
ends with a clamour of the words
it might have been. Two words,
one on each side of something
unspoken, meanings in the white.

 

Somerset October 27, 1999

 

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