Every syllable of human action
Imprints upon a cycle of reaction.

How like footsteps upon an unsoiled beach.
Beneath our feet virgin sands are breached.

It is a droplet of ink upon a blank parchment.
In the hands of some miserly merchant.

It is a sympony written by the deaf.
Uniteligable noise in every breath.

Like a scholar ever vigilant.
Ask the question most pertinent.
For we are permanently impermanent.