The Word Loses Its Verve

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The written down Word
      loses its verve,
Artifacts served
      in the making.

That of Before,
      happens no more.
Once is enough
      for the taking.

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For birds in the trees,
      no meaning to please.
It’s the tricks of the trade,
      they are faking.

And they pass it along,
      unwritten in song –
The protocols, all,
      they’re creating.

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Alive in the Flux!
      That’s all – Not much.
But it beats the concrete
      of re-stating.

Where texts are discrete,
      pictures complete;
Once done, they are gone –
      No retaking.

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The meaning of life?
      Not stop in mid-strife!
The Flux is the clutch
      of Becoming.

The written down Word
      loses its verve,
Cause it’s caught
      by its write
Or wrought meaning.
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©2015, Marvin Welborn
25 February 2015

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