2014-01-06

Just-a-poem-00004






Just-a-poem-00004

Never complain, or say anything
It’s always taken, out-of-context

What you say to one, is read by another
They think you speak to them….

Fractals, all, and holographs,
What is microscopic, is the whole

Doesn’t matter to whom you speak
The words are heard by someone else…..


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