Beyond Words

These words, alien to these ears
Mine? What is “mine?”
What does that mean?
These words, of their own accord

Simply spoken, sometimes heard
They redeem nothing of their own
So little sense to them, symbolic
Of something, not yet real

Things without substance
Indicators only, never the thing
Images frozen in the grip of time
Never that of which they speak

Stoic Poetry


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