9:06pm
November 16, 2014
“
Tell me of language
I who cannot see your words
nor hold developed thought
with conscious awareness.
Tell me of language,
I who cannot experience the creation,
only the product.
Words on the wind, words on the wind
Like falling birds they fall
From a sky that does not exist
With a thud that is not even heard.
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