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Sometimes with my Sister in the Darkness

by Michael Burkard

Sometimes with my sister in the darkness
we are looking for the slight space of a recording
only one of us has heard, the other is waiting for
the other to introduce it in substance and in kind.
We are wishing sometimes too, for another island
of sound, for boat enterers we call them
to join and confluent us. We are bending words
to find windows just once in a while but others’
relationship to words have histories too
and there is often a lack of enchantment with
what we have done. Confluent as a verb there
would be one example. Braverman which is the name
of a woman we know, Braverman for brave is another
word which did not score high on the enchantment list
of others. They keep lists. The more sometimes people
don’t keep many lists, or the lists are just and only
practical: how to make a tree wave in less than five
minutes or steps, how to buy a church from a community
and offer to encult the church with brown worship
or red/brown lack of worship, or green/black estuary
of worship modeled on some old river no one got a chance
to overcome or map. My sister and Melanie (Melanie
is Braverman) say Map me. They say the word will
when the money is tempting one to break. One is
one confluence who was looking for one more time,
another is when we get back we will have time to
grow outside the mother, to not be so swallowed up.
A tree waves in the darkness of this melody. The
darkness is the simplicity of something that doesn’t
want to be explained or explained completely, it’s
information of a slightly different kind. I went there
this week and it was better for me, My melodies were
sources from non-dramatic places. Wishes were not
maligned, wishes were not any kind of white magic.
The melody created a slight space to invent an aspect
of the relationship in or from. Tools were used,
had to be used, they were on the practical lists too,
but they were tools based on color schemes, halved,
milked together, contrasted beside each other.

“Sky Position” by Michael Burkard


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