Wednesday, February 18, 2009

Conversational Exchange Rates

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My words pass
like ships in the night
with yours, with everyone else's

We say things, type them
then
assign meaning

The essence, undisturbed,
a cocoon within
never unraveled

There is no hearing
only translators
who sit behind desks
blind, deaf, dumb

This letter, with that, spells:
a word.

Word: \werd\ n: a concept derived from old thought patterns, generally known to create some mental image.

These things are not real
We are all dreaming,
lost in thought worlds of our own creation

The reality that is true understanding eludes -
is gone - untouched

Like ships in the night.


Navasi devi dasi 5/18/2009
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