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A Final Seal

by Oonah V. Joslin

Time will come
when prayers are
less than silent

my song
tuneless, empty,
falls on deaf sands
a grainy record
all performance
past and futile.

It is a thing not
to think of
my place
in the dispersal
of atoms is assured.

My voice
once heard
will join vibrating strings
in the great oration
and all I’ve uttered
though diminished
will carry on
the wave borne

never lost
from the beginning.

Copyright © 2011 by Oonah V. Joslin

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