Kategori: Dikter
Tape Measure
The silence is ripe and there is a reason for it.
The sound on the tape is honey sweet but also tardy as treacle
I cannot seem to hurry it. There is talk and there is talk
The Dictaphone goes where I go
But the cat got my tongue
The body I hear seems so unmine
So near to some body not me
I fear to send it
For fear it will tell tales
I never told to it
And if so so what
Who am I to try to control
The meaning grows in the ear of the other
Struggle to say and struggle to mean
It will happen please be patient
The tape measures me
I stretch and try
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