Margaret Alice
Pretoria - South Africa
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Dead Content In A Dead Monument

I’m scared of my document, I’m scared of the
words that form lines and sentences I can’t
understand, I see no meaning in all the cold
words that have not been compiled with an
eye and ear for how they sound, for their
rhythm and beauty, for their acting ability

For their natural aptitude to paint pictures,
perform magical rituals and create lace-like
structures of beauty, to become stories and
parables and symbols of enchanting ideas
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