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Language is a prison cell

I am penned to say

Only what words can articulate

Language is a dictatorship

That filters all I experience

And other means of expression

Are equally tied to rules

That my mind refuses to obey

But these imperfect reproductions

Are all that I have

This poem--

My pitifully crude sculpture

Carved with broken chisels