Wednesday, April 11, 2007

A Refrain

There is a composition of things untold,
waiting to be expressed in unfamiliar refrain.
That which moves one to speak
knows not the end towards which it moves.
It cannot.
Silence, though, is not tragic
unless one perceives it as such--
for to communicate is not necessarily to speak.
Words are unessential, dispensable.




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