That words are magic
Encased in screens and smart phones
Or words have lost the essential
Like a lion in a zoo -
Power present, but imprisoned
In our shared past
Words lived only on the wind
And would encircle us like embers from a shared fire
Bards and wanderers would spin yarns
Into complex tapestries
Inserting visions where none had been
And leading all onto a forest path
On which we will all find our own end
The world the canvas;
the words the color;
the tongue the brush
Pictures painted more vividly
Than any facsimile could cop
Poets were sorcerers
Manipulating words that underpin the foundation of reality
Quaking earth with clauses
Raising participles to precipices
Imbuing life through interjection
The oldest magic still resides
In expressions of love
And these can be the most earth-shattering incantations
We are all wizard and warlock
As we all know the power
That lives in 'I love you'
To both break
And mend hearts.
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