What I hear when I listen

The pauses
Between words.

Hanging sentences,
Circling around the point.

The duality of existence
Pinned down by black and white.

Words that fail,
Making meaning out of nothing.

That weren’t given.

Changing, by naming it,

Or softening what is primal,
And shifting.

Taking life in all its ineffability
And shoving it into words.

The only way to talk
About something is to talk around it.

I only find a truth by angling up along side it
Where in peripheral vision it’s clear

And if I try to catch it,
The beauty is gone.