Wednesday, July 8, 2009

A Pardox of Paradoxes

When the moon stops turning

And all the stars fade into the sky,

Then, and only then, can I speak.


When the sun dims in the afternoon

And the leaves fall during the spring,

Then, and only then, can I speak.


When all seems to be lost

And everything is still as it were,

Then, and only then, can I speak.


-Originally written September 15, 2006

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