On the Shoulders of Our Words

Extravagant

We place a burden on the shoulders of our words

We tell them they can create and invent

An unforeseen history, an impossible age to come

Or they can destroy all on which out labors are spent

They can mend the cosmos and make the heavens come undone

So gingerly, I set the winds upon the seas I have rent

As I place a burden on the shoulders of my words

 

Extravagant

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