Armed.A Poem by N/A
And so it seems We sit.
In the spaces between the letters,the cracks between books.
Nothing and everything happens in these spaces.
But,yet we sit,and wait.
For that one person to come along,change the colours of the vowels.
Make us see what we all knew all along.
To make us hear the lilting sounds of millions of possible words.
Singing out,like the crystal notes of some boundless choir.
The tuning of letters is our forte,and yet we hide away.
Waiting,always waiting for that one special day.
When you or I , set to change it.
When we,as a whole,change the current.
And so it seems we sit.
In the spaces between letters,the cracks between books.
Armed with knowledge,the most powerful...
Only weapon we could find.
© 2010 N/A