FIVE FRAGMENTS

Words as music
  Dmitri  searching for roots
  you wrote in one day
a primary  voice heaving
 into a   memory's recall
 through the unaware  shade
    underground and peaks
 a strong play of breathless
   unconquered listening
with my soul's merging
    into a Russian mine shaft
of words as  gesture
 as the  melodious translated
 notes unsettled troubled
  into white light sign language
a world tonal sound agitation
of a metronome of dialects.