When voices connect

It puts new complect

On weaving of souls

Who try so to mold



Their complex minds

With hearts of kind

Words who use them

To shore and blend



Their own visages

Within new pages

So others rage as

Rocks stand ageless



And realization comes

There are some who're numb

Who cannot quite fathom

Words in such chasms



And so we attract

Ones who're stacked

With muddled views

Who sit and stew



Perhaps we're better off

With less known to scoff

And then focus instead

On only those who've read



And choose to then sound

Words they've been around

Amd can come to grasp

Thoughts which do last.



- Tristram