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by Gregory Severance

For if the silence about which
the twins are here
I am speaking is really the goal
mister Bird interrupts
a woman to me
at which the author is aiming, he has,
his reading in New Smyrna Beach
at least, never been familiar with
what he is reading
his silence is subjective and anterior

Forms, he admits, he himself cannot fathom
edifying discourses and virtuous characters
European desserts cater
to language, it is the absence of words,
a salted bagel
the order to stare and gape

Is this
the undifferentiated and lived silence
anise or is it
fennel
of inspiration, which the word will

December 9-12, 1997
New York, New York
America

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