no, hold the applause, poetry’s still deciding whether to leave or stay the day possessedit’s soundless endearmentdusk was gathered on a thin leafa world filled with dust and falling debris by all means, clap your hands and say for heaven sakes thrilling is the throbbing of timea rhythm endlessly derived from the heart the differed […]

no, hold the applause, poetry’s still deciding whether to leave or stay [NF 18:40]