metonymy4u

Chopin played long into the evening, mazurkas
of his birthright because I suspect he knew there’s a sense
in which some believe language is violent as it is.
Covert erasure. Then rebirth is love pain and by
impermanence becomes more honest far,
far from the house of being. Communicate?
Animals know someone else inside you –
follow then, follow. Dig another cave. Huddle another night.
Space was so distant once. But

did we care?