Tuesday, November 21, 2006

Futility of Expression

This poem tonight
This poem I write
For me it's writ
Though you will read
And I will wonder
Passingly
If when read
A message's said
Can rest assured
Intention's there
Communication
Fire's connections bare
And no truth told
However bold
Breaks barrier
Through plum and peach
Do you I reach?
What difference though
If meaning found
For yourself
In these lines
Take it then
For what you will
It doesn't mind
I'll right here still

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