In fresh silence I hear
the roar of brass
before
I beat it.
Hit in the same spot
century after century
sound waves have worn a canyon
so deep & distinct
the ring
no longer
needs
the bell.
In fresh silence I hear
the roar of brass
before
I beat it.
Hit in the same spot
century after century
sound waves have worn a canyon
so deep & distinct
the ring
no longer
needs
the bell.