Few people realize that man has already attained immortality; it's merely been abused, forgotten, and renamed Writing. -Brian Egan

Sunday, February 22, 2009

The Song of a Song

It was the sound of a voice
It was the edge of a cloud
It was the rise of a mountain
It was the voice of the voiceless
It was the turn of a tide
It was the page of a book
It was the run of a relay
It was the breath of the breathless
It was the bark of a dog
It was the note of a friend
It was the key of a padlock
It was the life of the lifeless
It was the taste of a meal
It was the throne of a Queen
It was the red of a flower
It was the sense of the senseless
It was the thing of a thing
It was the song of a song

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