Between the words,

between the lines…

silence… reverb…

sounding as nothing but…

mind…beat…beating…pounding.

 

Between the words…pockets..

stuffed with meaning,

creating the echo of the self,

as words fall…and the waiting….

the weighting…contained, till the

next word falls in just moments

to the outsider, but to the listener,

silence…falling…weighing… holding

till it is all squeezed… eased…out.

 

Between…between… the words that

fall and rattle in the hearer’s ears

the searcher’s soul. the lover’s heart,,

caught in the pause…till the end of it all…

it all… the end of the endless tale.

 

 

3/5/2021