Sappho

From: Skandalon

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19 Sappho Whether it’s really an island is anyone ’s guess, but the ocean is black as far as The mainland, and the mainland is crumbling into the water. She swims To music that no musician is playing and will never be sung and will never be Written—the music of consciousness, purer than water or sky Or the body that carries the lyric forward forever in silence that only the Body can bear (bear over sings metaphor) on or off islands Where once the woman reclaims her nothingness, and only the osprey watches the tidal Grinding of earthliness, no consciousness cares what any music means. ...