HieroglyphicsI look at these faded lines for a trace of meaningAnd a meaning within a meaning I search amongst alien stones And pictures that are not of things but of sounds Searching for the traces where you have gone Is there really a hidden meaning? Or merely the random motions of a hand While the mind that controls it thinks of other things? A man was once killed by a saber-toothed tiger And as he died his fingernails scratched lines in the bark of a tree Someone came by later and seeing the lines Created a meaning he thought he had discovered And thus was writing invented But the story that was read was a story of love And the story that was written was a story of death |
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