Miniscule, powerless, without so much

As a bare identity; Traversing through

An ocean of consciousness. Looking

For meaning or power, or both. These

Thoughts would forever lay buried,

Unfathomed, swimming in the same

Ocean where they originated. They

Would forever seek to paint

Themselves across barren landscapes

Of the heart and mind, and the universe,

But they would not have, they

Could not have – if there hadn’t

Been the magic of Words.


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