The Only Fortunate Thing
You have an idea of yourself.
It is a kind of building.
This building stands on the sound
of your heart-beat,
the imaginary width
of rhythm.
All night
it stands there.
On a sound,
an imaginary width.
It is fortunate, really--
really, the only fortunate thing--
that there is no one in the building.
--Joe Wenderoth
You have an idea of yourself.
It is a kind of building.
This building stands on the sound
of your heart-beat,
the imaginary width
of rhythm.
All night
it stands there.
On a sound,
an imaginary width.
It is fortunate, really--
really, the only fortunate thing--
that there is no one in the building.
--Joe Wenderoth