All Has Been Said

A historian's words,

In a dead poet's mouth.

Repetition, repeating,

A baby's words, gurgles,

Evolution... to construction.

All has been said.


Like vines,


Dead words combine,

To new,

New books, new sounds...

Nothing is created.

Innovation is renovation.

New is renewed.

Thoughts are same, words change.


Ice to water, water to vapor,

Vapor to snow, snow to puddles,

Puddles to-


A frozen idea,


It comes alive again.


Tear up the floor boards,


New things are found.

Well... not new, but new to our eyes.

And new to modern.

An idea is new,

To blind eyes,

Masked minds,

All has been said.

The End

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