The Score

poem by: John Prophet
Written on Jul 09, 2017 

I have thoughts, 
ideas.
They well up 
from within.
We all have thoughts,
ideas, welling up from
who knows where.
Many unique,
having meaning.
Unique meaning.
Our world, all around,
 pulsating with such
thoughts, ideas.
Bubbling in a cauldron,
mixing, coalescing with
others. 
The symphony's crescendo 
ever playing out.
Where will it take us?
Will it ever end?
Humanities music, the
score, years in the making.
The proof of us 
is in the music.
Is anyone listening?

 

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