Position: It's Yours
**** is a place,
made of back seats-
theatre darkness.
In the back halls of alleys
The recesses
of the spaces we make.
Foreign hidings
of adventurous voyourism
coveted privacy.
Mistaken identities,
of niches hated-
volume
detested after events.
Altered.
**** is a place,
the one we make
one we think we ought to be.
-Matthew Koutzun
(What's your position? What's your word? How do you make your space?)
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the small spot in the sound
the ripping rendering of souls
within the break
and the notes that
threaten
to overtake the
silence
the screaming agony
of waiting
until that small spot in the sound
explodes
into that place
of none other
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