Suggests, Silence is the music’s
Music. Musing on this, musing,
Musing—would that mean wordlessness
Is the poem’s poem? It’s appealing,
No doubt about it. To not do,
To not add further to this heap
Of our proliferating terms,
To pull a Cage, name intervals
Across which no words will appear,
Let the specifications stand
Like curly brackets for the poem
That announces its wordlessness.
But no, that’s not how silence works.
Silence is the music music
Listens to, that’s all, not a kind
Of music you can make. Likewise,
Wordlessness is contemplated
By words in ways makers of words,
Our puppeteers, can’t comprehend.
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