The nuances of the silences
between the chords is a soundscape

One day I heard my child
there where the Major 7th

hinged onto the anticipation of laughter
eleven summered semitones young

its vapidity lost to the inversion
when he fell, vapor on the minor second step

onto the denouement upward stairing house
steps without guardrail, up

entrances, doors with mute mailboxes
and redbrick bandages calling to fall

MMMMMMM now now,
it’s over now.

and moderate tempo returned
at the downbeat sound of brushing it off

                —animasuri’24