Canticle for Stories

it reads:
'I am a story', says the man
'And who shall tell it?'
So he goes and finds a story
And it is about him.
But can it be the breath
Of man speaking
That carries the words
That make a man live?

'It is the story of my life'
Says the man,
Who is a word, a sentence
A place between
Two commas in the world
Who has a tongue
And speaks, reading the text
He sees written;

But if the mouth that speaks
And tells the man
As the bard sings a ballad
Shuts its gates
And opens not; nor suffers to sound
What ink or carving
Can cause dust or stone or water
To rise and live and sing?

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