“Sound and Vision” by Paul Ilechko
Sound and Vision
We call it snow but is it really snow
a trace event that turns to slush beneath
the wheels and draws meandering icy lines
you peer from a darkened room into
the unexpected brilliance of a moonlit night
where ice reflects a unified field
of emptiness the room around you crushed
with the forces of imagination as clouds
and ships sweep past filled with
the broken relics that still remain after
the bandage is ripped from your eyes
you break down and sob as a car drives
slowly by that pounding bass clearly
audible in the silence that surrounds you.
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