February: Year-day 59

                                           
                                       
February: Year-day 59

After all is said, nothing's left to say,
and saying that takes all the words there are.
And if to answer means to throw away,
then throw away we must,just as a star.

If I, or you, or you, incant a dream
where every line's a masterpiece of breath
and every shade shakes passion out of seem,
the emptiness so filled will bury death.

And creatures of intelligence will grow
and (through their need to love) communicate.

And rightly felt, those triumphs garnered so
will join with all their elders who create.

And each of these bright wonder forms of know
will spin deep worlds of being/ beyond date.

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