by Seth Abramson
There is no such thing as empty.
He maintains there is an always
he hears.
Apparently, my blood.
I am sufficient to be heard.
Some text.
There are no blank pages in texts.
Your fundamental point is
an absence, a kind of whispering.
One conclusion is that we never
get away from either.
We confer activities on space.
The absolute of
presence is impossible to ignore.
There is a process in which habit
is not controlling.
In the middle of page forty-six.
To attend to every reflection is
an ethical responsibility.
You see it writ large in this space.
I leave it to performers to choose
the sounds.
Last updated November 23, 2022