Whispered words of a wanton wisdom

Of Life, Of Death and sentences in between…

We say the words expected and accepted,

Words of comfort and of ease…

Does this mean the words are magic?

Do they come redolent with the powers

Of their meanings, of all their meanings?

A Simulacrum of their conscious reality?

I don’t know.

I sit on this rock and temper the stream…

Shouting words of encouragement.

Copyright Dale Beck 2018.


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