UNSPOKEN ARRANGEMENTS Who am I to change your painful perceptions to calm your waves of sorrow to dissolve your conventional certitude into a mosaic of a different order? What right is there to exude such words? to blow away the dust in your open eyes? from where comes the gesture to wipe the tears hanging limply upon your tired cheeks? What generates this shared meeting with you and I in unspoken arrangements that speak of that, not in time, not tangible? where does this authority come from? who shapes this configuration of sounds we have made together in this meeting where gentle words fall heavily upon this space. What are these garments of words that hang in the air? what makes me think I have much or little to say? while experiencing this unwoven realm where existence and non...
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