PROGRESS
Nobody has called for some
time.
(I was always the death of the party.)
In a way that leaves
a
scar, I
no longer wish to love.
(Come a hairbreadth
closer
to this shining
apparition and be consumed in flame.)
I'm still alone with all the
world's
beauty and cruelty.
And I
recall
everything,
everything's
here -
what is time? When
is the
present?
I'm still here alone in the
night hours with everyone.
And everything that once
was
infinitely far
and unsayable is now
unsayable
and right here in
the room.
~ Frantz Wright
~
(God's
Silence)
(left button to play, right button
to save)