Silent witness, bare fruit,
no fortune, old words
wasted again.
Always wasted, both literal and
figurative.
Timeless time and other repeated
sceneries.
Loop upon loop.
Repetition mass trivial
repetition in cylcles,
Acting as no repetition at all.
What is repeated,
is reworded.
And the logic of rhetoric
is extorted.
No weakness, only the shortcomings
of our strengths.
Only, that which is thought
is real
Only that which is precieved
is thouught.
James J Jackson 