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There is no poetry in me today
Nor last week,
Nor the week before

Poetry, mirror to my soul
Deserted by the muse
Empty and silent

The ruins of Ozymandius
The broken web
Dust covered volumes gathered on the shelves

Evidence of vision, unbounded dreams
Splintered, scattered, shards of the light of imagination
Glimmer, sputter, spark and die - dark

Perhaps tomorrow ...

Copyright 2005 E. Bond Francisco

Noise

Noise

Signal
we see it, hear it, feel it, sense it
quiver from it as a tuning fork picks a pitch

Signal
meaning, hope,
to whom?
the creator who has intended the message?
the receptor who has perceived it?
is it the message intended -- or not
perhaps not the intended message
tortured in the transferance
the rigors of time and space eating away the edges
mutating the waves, particles, bits of message mass
into something

else - noise

signal to noise
meaning to non-meaning

love to adoration
truth to maybe

mostly noise

Copyright 2005 by E. Bond Francisco