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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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