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Sound does not resist when the violin opens
where the slender edges kept the secrets
of a child who once played a recital for
an uninterested crowd, answering cellphone calls and
whispering his lack of restraint–
what permeates through their ears interfere
their outward movement, vessels for carrying
away the lightweight cries for resolution,
but the note is not that note anymore:
It’s a few steps behind the loudest screech
that reveals no traces or semblance of a trail,
the performance as absence of unrecognized rests.

with C
Antipolo City
19 August 2012

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