The Translator

Pronounce me not dead

as a translator of images

until I have died —

be assured that words only known to tomorrow

are not lost,

they simply hide.

Commands by the gods

quicken the limitless powers

of the mind —

once again

images of all that is

dance on lighted screens

witnessed even by the blind.

The winds blow

with no announcement

or prior rehearsal —

so it is with the inspired,

the products of which

are neither prearranged

nor universal.

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-Refel Rushing©-