Let the good words roll.
Wisps of wannabe meanings float out
on the breathy winds stirred up
when body meets soul.
Like all good things
they’ve been around, around
since time began, since anyone was
around to make it, mark it and know it.
Without back and forth, was and will be,
what pray tell is to talk about?
Now is just too there, too here,
to bear the portentous gravity
of wordy parceling and prophesying.
What’s in a word? Nothing much.
Only everything worth talking about.
So they say.
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