Inkless Print

at times I am overwhelmed

by the echoes

of forgotten lives

the narrative of lost

shadows

words that lie silent

in dusted books

ridiculed in

inkless print

by eyes that cannot

see

by hearts…cold

by time and distance

the gap…the measure

of youth and old age

the terms and conditions

of modernity

the natural cycle of change

contaminated…..

who is the face behind the mask?

what is the meaning of words?

Thatcher Doran

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About pmisteil

Hi, my name is Paul though I write under other names like, Thatcher and Paolo, I love literature, art and architecture their passion and drama....the contradictions. The notion of Truth-who is the person behind the mask? Or does it matter! I like long walks and longer conversations over cappuccinos in a cafe with atmosphere and the rest is a journey!
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