We can write and write and write.
But nothing can make sense.
Let’s talk parrot, burble
And babble till the sheep join in.

Are words so empty and vain,
So poignant and true?

The wind can blow them away,
Or throw them back at you.

Oh, what will become of us?
We are but dust and shadows.
Dying echoes escape
Our parched lips.

We can only dream words last forever,
Clinging to yellowing pages,
Fading in desperate desperation.

Who will deign to quote,
Resurrect them,

‘Heaven and earth will pass away, but my words will not pass away.’ Jesus Christ, THE Superstar (Matthew 24:35)


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