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A Poem About Words	2008-04-21T15:18:00Z		philosophy poetry language	img/castle.jpg	false

A short free-flow poem I wrote a long, long time ago:

Words beg their commission from a hidden king, whose graces they resent. 
Emissaries, soldiers, courtiers, troubadours, and priests, 
they are sent forth from his castle to bid the world take heed of him. 
For without their tireless march, 
the master would suffer alone 
in his windowless tower, 
dark, brooding, 
and voiceless. 
But without his strength, 
those flickering lights of mirrored meaning 
would themselves go dark.