Grasp
By EpheLuwe
Sat, 27 Apr 2013
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Grasping for something when the words are not clear
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Words are a clumsy answer
And a clumsy way to hold a tune
For those times when what you’re telling
Is a song
And for those times when what you're grasping
is the call to hold on
And when the subject
Means something more
Than what you’re breaking for
Words don’t sell
And that feeling we call ‘peace’
With all her overtones as well
Words can’t tell
The melodrama is lost when those scribbled lines
Fail to penetrate a set of sealed up eyes
And fall on dulled hearts
And settle
There is no memorabilia
For that oceanic feel
And great connectedness of being
We have no symbols it seems
To express the unseen
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