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The throat-flute uttering

The throat-flute uttering its constant note

of claim and name and wake and never-same

and nuanced cadences of sate, remote

days translated into a breathing frame,

knows its viewless voice is future’s lend,

surpassing present where it grows and dwells

momently, glancing vocable, to spend

blooming fullness as it spills and swells

in the air, ear, othered. Heard, is it the same?

Future-fathered, present-mothered—instrument

of mute contingencies its songs declaim

note by note by stopless increment

in the sounding, silenced. Audible degree

nights the note that lets mind’s nighttime see.

from NominaFind it in the library

Copyright © BOA Editions, Ltd 2008
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Published in Karen Volkman Poems

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