by Olli Kekäläinen, 'Torn in Black.'
White parchment or fabric curves in the night wind.
Is the black torn?
Silence, torn by sound; emptiness, by being.
Sheath of feeling. Words groping to touch air.
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Friday, April 15, 2011
Torn in Black
by Olli Kekäläinen, 'Torn in Black.'
White parchment or fabric curves in the night wind.
Is the black torn?
Silence, torn by sound; emptiness, by being.
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