flower-power, pure

what is communication without talking
but honest dismay at what you relay;
could a word praise a tree without breathing
or a paper and a pencil, the both reading
the rights to life and liberty—creativity, today—
as though the speed of light followed sound
and wound up where it started thwarted again
by most mischievous manner of might and men—
but walk softly then, and graze by your love,
speak to her as she speaks to you from above
where fruition’s strands of thought and light
mark a pattern—service—of sound and sight.

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