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‘Every sound has become a word, by now’

by Simon Perchik


Every sound has become a word, by now

sentences, ones that go step by step

and behind each other you hear

what falling water has to say, lets

its crushing wall do the talking

as if every voice begins among rocks

then end over end is carried down

for frozen seas and longing, tells you

it’s OK, dirt will help you forget

calmed by what the dead squeeze out

and the gesture :this stream pushing back

unfolds over your mouth, makes an answer.