When The Ink Still Runs

 

Are we truly masters

  of the word

 

Are we really in charge

  of what gets heard

 

Are we truly finished

  at periods end

 

Are we really past the point

 of starting again

 

Are we truly out of sync

  or out of time

 

Are we really tired

  of questioning why

 

Are we truly silent

  if that next breath comes

 

Are we really alone

 —when the ink still runs

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)

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