It speaks…
It speaks in indecipherable codes
and guidance goes unanswered by its children,
who, in their feeble tongues, must try again
to speak beyond themselves, as time explodes.
Note the lisped speech of royalty that reigns
too intelligent itself to be heard
among the herded hordes of hurting souls.
How elegant the oracle to us,
deft in tone, wise in meaning, and treacherous.
Indeed, fools implying a savior’s role,
sea’s surge erupting against unfeeling stone
to become a fine spray yet more alone.
Listen then again with awe and reverence
to that babble-speak of total irrelevance.
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