I’m thinking about voices, lately.
The voices we encounter, every day. And the voices we don’t hear.
I’m recording the voice of a poet who’s been dead for 500 years.
I visited his house, once; I wear his words around my neck.
My voice, digitized, echoes down the centuries:
Midway, along the path of life.
Recorded October, 2017.
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