Words dissolve into the sea
and disappear
as if nothing was said.

The ones that were spoken and said
are lost unless better men come along
with a history that isn’t banal.

Paper white filled with mistakes
fly and flutter like leaves off branches,
onto the rotting, unsettled floor.
Out of sight,
out of mind.

As if a street lamp whimpers its last breath
out in the dying rain.
Someday these lost words will resurface
in the souls of geniuses
to old to die.


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