Relistening as I rip all my CDs
I hear the brittle snap of 1.2
mm of impure polycarbonate,
and let the weight of 20 grams,
fall from my hands, surrounded by
the tumbling flakes of aluminium
or gold. Much more is lost than
physicality, the data in the discs
is tortured too, the label's names
contort, and they are lost. Who
can hear music when their soul
is dust.
Simon BJ
Written as a 'CPi5m' first line: Jonathon Dennis.
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