Monday 10 March 2008

Poem: The Word

" The Word "

So soft, so gentle, a power connects the lines.

Time in a word and the word in time.

Crossing and testing, making the unmaking.

The word defined.

The word is the word.

It is always here and always now.

See, it is not hard to refine the word.

You know the word.

Smoke rising in the air.

Yes the word is there.

Round, round and round we go.

Going forwards, going backwards.

Going for the sake of going.

No direction, to little time.

The word is the word.

You know it and I know it.

And the word is.

By Syrbastyian Vzampfyier

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