In the serene placidity of the night,

My mind racing with thoughts,

I pause and contemplate in my heart.

Will they apprehend and take possession of my words?

Will the words perceive as they appear,

Or be comprehended by each new person,

Interpreting to his own like and forbid dislike, my words?

Will they abide only on the screen of this machine, my words?

Maybe, when at last I have reached my commissioned destination,

These words though now resting, denizens of the deep

Will become bread worthy of a table preparedΒ by a king

My words.

Written June 2006 d.s. lear

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