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Words

Words……
ever-changing,
fluidly spilling out feelings of
rage, love, solitude, pity, remorse,
invoking images of
light and dark,
height and depth,
space and infinity,
demanding responsibility;
for a word spoken cannot be retrieved;
it lies where it falls
and continues to fuel the images
and feelings first imparted.

by David Ronald Bruce Pekrul