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For Martin Harrison

                                                          “I sing the joy of wandering 
                               and the pleasure of the wandering death…”
                                                                   Guillaume Appollinaire

I replay your voice with every word I borrow from the dictionary,
again, and again, as it hits a page, embedded. And as the
words get harder your voice gets weaker in memory and I fear if
I keep writing, well….

You know what will happen?

Visions of the road become over-exposed in my mind, journeys
we took, words you shared with me that I tried to pass to others,
in-kind. Acoustic resonance in our textual-scapes, lyrical tracks
and precious liner-notes, that I hold close from being
consciously wiped…


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