Cornelia Ceilings

The Purple Cast

A breath is not a word
A whisper is not a sentence
Pain is not a paragraph
But Pride and Prejudice do make a book

What is a word?
Where is a sentence?
Who is paragraph?
When is a book?

All these question race through our minds
The universal quest for understanding
Flat on our backs, we contemplate
While the ambulance siren sounds

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Poem Submitted: Friday, May 18, 2007
Poem Edited: Sunday, February 27, 2011

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