akin to found poetry, where words are scratched out until a page of newsprint contains nothing but a poem, in my world there are stolen phrases. Often it’s something with a nice ring to it which miraculously turns out to be seven freaking syllables.
Tonight it was so:
space between letters
useful layer of subtext
breath between the words
what say you in this
useful layer of subtext
meaning on meaning
understanding all:
useful layer of subtext
surrounding context
