Flock

In song.

There will be no total here, no summing up. Instead, a polyvocal cacophony of riddles exerts a centrifugal force away from the presumed center––out. Only the permeable find it. After recognition of the way that meaning in abundance winds toward silence interrupted only by the exultant shriek. Only the indirect, circling utterance will do.

Author: Stacey C. Johnson

I keep watch and listen, mostly in dark places.

One thought on “Flock”

  1. … Instead, a polyvocal cacophony of riddles exerts a centrifugal force away from the presumed center … yes indeed. No summing up and that’s crazy making for a human with a goal line. Yummy! A

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