Mittwoch, 18. August 2010

Except Language...

If winds could know, 
they would know it.
Trees would too,
they show it moment

by moment
as the world. They could
know nothing else surely,
just like stars, and dirt,
and time, like
any other thing unbound

to the fancy freedom
of a noisy mind.
Perhaps even this body,
that lives within it, would know if
  it could not write this...


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