Friday, March 20, 2020

Sounds of the Afterlife

I no longer hear the sound of frogs in a distant past. 
I can no longer hear the frog. 
Ribbit 
Ribbit 
But how has language become what we know of it. 
And how is it different. 
What will change us. 
Wherever the end of the light is. 
That is where I'll be. 

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