oh i say ~ my word!
there is this torrent of words
my nose just above the waters
turning over a green rock smooth
this cataract of words gilded
in the light of it all
just above the surface
flailing falling
gargling gurgling words
sluicing slithering words
from some heady head-water
replenished by the cloudy words
the reign of words gathering
meaning gathering meaning
through every paddler deeming
to pan for gold in them there ills
begotten of time and again the words
tumble non-stop into the abyss
of a cavernous appetite to swim
in this torrent of words
your words become my words
and my word do tumble
in their meaning to say
what?
w w what’s that you said?
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