WRITING SLOWLY

The stillness of this room before dawn,
faint light on red walls.
Space between words, between letters.
Spaces in the silence
for silence not my own,
the silence between stars.
Back to a beginning,
when writing was new,
when each letter mattered.
Dark matter.
Spaces between molecules.
The clean ivory margins of each page.
 

Jan., 2005

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