Word over matter

There were sounds in the air,
Echoes of a typewriter
Letters with unknown purpose
Raced into a new shape and form.

Shapes, patterns and pieces of fabric
Edged into a uniform substance
Tears made the anomalies
Turning fabric into art.

Rhyming shades of grey
The sun took off
As three words
Started a revolution..

2014/07/04



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