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So many see Time as a thing linear, and Place as static and solid. It comforts them to have this understanding because both their touch and their sight ends with surfaces and cannot go beyond. The mouths of these are always moving to assure themselves, and each other, of the reality of their presence and in so doing they fail to hear the echo of those who passed before...those who are still speaking. Poetry is unbound by these human constructs. Be silent. Press your lips together. Hold your breath, and listen.Here, with his careworn pen, the poet Gordon R. Menzies will tell you what he's heard.