28.8.08

Back in the city and it seems that I am collecting
collecting books to read, and pocketfuls of twine and mandarin skin
ideas 
held fleetingly that seem to make sense for the tiniest amount of time.
I carelessly flick my fingers through the pages of a book and find this line from a poem, which I collect

I stand and listen.
Silence
approaches. A silence approaching music.

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