I wish I could absorb all this paper
Take it somewhere within
Where the lines blur
Where art is word
And damnation is holy being
And all the tiny thousands in the beaches
All the people on the shore
Holding their kite strings
Let their failings slip
From fingers clasped
Somewhere between these papers
Somewhere in the ink
Is meaning at its finest
Truth, wearing decorative lies,
Fanciful wishes and all the rest
Buried in one word.
RH Carew
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