Why dost not speak to me?

Writing the World

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The Mine Field

 

Memory without meaning? Meaning without memory?
Words without memory? Memory without words?
Love without words? Words without love?
Memory – Meaning – Words – Love
Words - Words - Words
Understanding
Sounds

Alas, a crimson river of warm blood,
Like to a bubbling fountain stirred with wind,
Doth rise and fall between thy ros'd lips,
Coming and going with thy honey breath.
But sure some Tereus hath deflowered thee,
And, lest thou shouldst detect him, cut thy tongue
A Thing of Beauty
Where is any author in the world
Teaches such beauty as a woman’s eye?