Beyond your Otherwise’s, Therefore’s,
Or’s and But’s abuts a lexicon so strange
that when you
first encounter it, its symbols
mount your
lips and range into your mouth like
army ants, implant
their pincers in your tongue
and shoot
their serum up your nose into your brain
and all you
know from then on is the sometimes
gentle, sometimes
raging rain of glimmering
bewilderment.
You smell the spirit in the letter.
Sometimes it makes your poems better..
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