TEXAS POP FESTIVAL

8

Distant Sounds

    Thought and matter not destroyed,
    Neither drifts into the void.
    Only one lies beneath the stone.
    Where does the other go? Unknown.
    And only dimensions hold time so locked.
    To one over the wall, it never is blocked.

    Richard C. Hayner
    1970 ©

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