Contrapuntal. Christopher Kondrich
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Название: Contrapuntal

Автор: Christopher Kondrich

Издательство: Ingram

Жанр: Языкознание

Серия: Free Verse Editions

isbn: 9781602353695

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      fatigued as much as

      I’ve seen anyone fatigued,

      you could barely connect

      to your life and in a way

      you felt as though

      it were repeating.

      You were aware

      that it repeated, but

      you had no control,

      all the little things

      you did that day

      were out of character,

      you had been exposed

      to T, the lab bustled

      with dishes and you

      wore the protective gear,

      but you said perhaps

      it wasn’t enough,

      there could be no

      other explanation

      for your fatigue,

      there had been no out-of-

      the-ordinary activity

      besides working

      with the dishes of T,

      which were introduced

      that day by members

      of a parent company.

      When they presented you

      and your colleagues

      with Petri dishes,

      you felt a little uneasy,

      but mainly because it

      was something new,

      not because the dishes

      caused some red flag

      to pop up, you always

      tell me of your uneasiness

      when something new

      enters your life and

      you haven’t had what

      you feel is enough time.

      I feel it all the time

      even now as I recall

      the story I once told

      Tim and see the path

      up ahead that I’m

      encountering now,

      I haven’t had any

      time to prepare

      unless you consider

      the path I’ve taken

      thus far as preparation,

      but either way I can

      empathize with you,

      not to mention empathize

      with myself as I felt

      that day telling you

      that I can because

      I did at the time

      and I do now.

      I memorized the

      melodies of the world,

      played them back

      as I was listening

      to them in real time,

      the twin melodies

      were slightly off,

      one was a bit ahead,

      or maybe one was

      a bit behind, I couldn’t

      tell, but this created

      an echo that shared

      as much of itself

      with my ears as

      it did its origin.

      The melodies amounted

      to gibberish, but gibberish

      so close that I ascribed

      words to it, so I could

      take what I wanted.

      The tree sang soon

      the wind will blow

      the leaves from me,

      and the bushes rustled

      remember, remember.

      The tones of the day

      were sustained so long

      as I held my attention

      up against them,

      which wasn’t easy,

      I wanted and wanted

      to fall into the soil.

      I was always one for

      decorum on an aural level,

      but this was new, I was

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