To
have, as your medium, speech –
when
what flourishes inside
is so
beyond reach – when what reels
in the
slowest and softest diffuse
sort of
way – counter-clockwise –
against
what you’d thought was
the
natural sway – to think that for this
there were
words – is like thinking
you’d learn
how to fly
if you queried the birds.
.
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