and a pause or two
are we just characters in a line
to be read and forgotten
are we just words
said spoken recited
like a child who takes his turn
reading aloud the words of The Bard
robotic stammering on the cold read
frigid and unfeeling
lacking cadence and time
are we just words
whispered but not felt
promises not kept
lies told to your eye
are we just words
that will echo for a moment
and slip away, swallowed
by the chasm that is time
vast and unyielding before us
so far above and below us
are we just words, after all
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