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  • The man of mystery

    with eloquent words

    spoken in code

    so no one knows

    the pain

    or sadness

    or regrets.

    Looking up to see... there anything to see?

    Or is it all

    signifying nothing

    but shadows

    and dreams

    or nightmares.

    Is there only despair?

    Somehow words carry beauty

    and hope

    even in the midst of

    all the ugliness in the world,

    of horrors beyond belief,

    and evil

    which does exist.

    The words

    convey art

    and magic

    in their ability to speak

    what is true

    whether good or evil

    whether happy or sad.

    So the poet speaks.

    And that is why he is here.

    And remains.

    And shall remain.

    Because words live on.

    In minds and hearts.

    In history.

    In the world.

    In our collective memories.

    Telling the tale

    of the tapestry of our lives

    weaved together to

    make a whole.

    So the poet speaks.


    Dedicated to -

    (well, you know who you are)

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