Albert Ahearn

Meaning... - Poem by Albert Ahearn

Everything but the spoken word
is aware of its existence:
vegetation, rivers, the stars;
they are centered on nothing else.
They, all, comprise the universe.
Even this imprudent poet
lives it in part, less dignified
within it save benighted
freedom of my talkative mind.

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, January 22, 2011

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