One walked in silence,
remembering Paradise,
Mourning for Paradise,
the Paradise that was in desire,
and remains in desire,
Stones gathered together never to be used aright,
Paradise too long in the building,
Ruin of nothing,
lapped by the sea,
* * *
“‘No ideas but in things,’
Bill Williams said,
“But as for me,
& I’ve minted a slogan or 2
in my day,
slogans thick as money,
words heavy as coins
& would have minted more
had my time not come…
“But as for me,
let me assure you,
“There are ideas
and not only in things,
“There is nothing easier than to get ideas,
let me assure you,
let me assure you of this.”
* * *
What can only be communicated in silence,
Darkness and silence….
Image: Solide by Mohamed Amine Abassi, published under a Creative Commons Attribution 2.0 Generic (CC BY 2.0) license.
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