fugitive writing

stopping in my tracks
waiting for the event
only the ordinary
which is already something -
the passing of minutes, the thumping of secret passions, the trickle and tuning of random voices -
what forms of writing might arise from listening?
what consequences come forward by centering the ear in the middle of language?
a sound poetry of fugitive writing, or a sonorous body full of resonating attention -
a split meaning