If no one reads these words …
What then?
Do they fall like some primeval forest
resounding only in dinosaur ears, unheard
unknown, undescribed.
When the world has lost its need for me
Where do they live?
On other lips, in other ears
echoing,
misremembered,
uncomprehended
and incomprehensible?
Or do they ring
in a memory
in a dream
in the great tomorrow
of forever?
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