Was it something I said?
It certainly wasn’t something I meant.
The fact that all our words are in English
means nothing if we aren’t speaking
the same language.
The source text of our lives is itself
in a foreign language,
one nobody speaks anymore.
Not dead, just waiting to be relearned.
And so our lives are spent
translating, interpreting, from thoughts,
ideals, intentions, potentials,
into physical manifestation.
We can’t always make it rhyme in the right places,
or make the meter come out in time,
but we know somewhere behind it all
is a thing of beauty.
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