Poem 20150822

waiting for the sound
of the previous word to finish
waiting for the sound
to form the beginning of the next

watching the mouth shape the sound
the lips open
the lips round
the tongue moves
the teeth glisten
the jaw works
and the word emerges


an eternity between words
unbearable as a distance
that can be measured
but not compressed

inspired by this poem and a comment i left that germinated

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