there is invisible tape all over the world
holding broken things together
sealing envelopes and ideas
making tatters last until midnight
before music went back to being just an idea
it ran its notes on tape
and the tape was a river of sound
perhaps i will go to a park
and tape the sunset to the jungle gym
or to the swings, burning my hands
to become just another death
maybe dogs will put bark at my feet
and i will tape their jowling words
to the wind
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