This is a minimalist poem, basically a pure musical exercise with language. It was fun to write, playing around with the effects of rewinding words and playing them back, winding them in on themselves, until they disappeared from where they came from. Poetry is really the art of making music with language, and I have always been interested in trying to come up with new ways to do that, experimenting making music out of repeating patterns of words and sounds rather than using meter, and rhyme scheme. It is kind of machine like in tone, in feel, so I think in some ways it can serve as a comment on our experience of life today. Moments in time can be rewound, and played back, at will. But it kind of hollows out the emotions from the experience, the more you play it back and experience it. estory

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