No postmortems,
please.
The world is immortal.
The world renews itself.
What about poems and songs
--
Do they perish?
Maybe they only
Vanish awhile.
Maybe they go
underground
To gather some other
Knowledge and come back
In another
form:
New words, a new
melody,
Yet somehow
The same beloved,
Singing the same
song.
~ Gregory Orr ~
(Concerning the Book that is the
Body of the Beloved)
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