#1
To look forward to
the gestures
that force us alive
like singing.
To believe in
the ears/the throat
a mind making music
as time moves
but faster than.
To look back to
a day/an hour
shades of certain madness
in song.
And you Astarte
a delicate monster dancing
in the attic,
really nothing more than
everything.
-- Norman Harper
  |
Home About Us Search Site Map What's New Archives Visual Literature Music Store Contact Us Links Messages