Paper Poem by dan burke

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All things spoken gone but for you
a record of confessions, an admission of guilt, gone without you.
The wheels of law un-powered
I lay my strength on you.
No way to speak to the future without you.
The true power belongs to you.
I am enslaved by the scribe's invention.

Tuesday, May 26, 2009
Topic(s) of this poem: future,power,strength
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