"The Sown Verse"

I write upon the wall of time,
where words take root without a ground.
My echo is a bridge with no master,
and silence, a waiting star unbound.

Each like a ripened ear of grain,
each comment, a river's flow.
My name is not my own, you see—
it's the map of all I yearn to know.

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