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With Words
With Words
As I awoke again,
from my interrupted
sleep/slumber
I must admit
I agree with someone
even if people normally
disagree with each another
Is there a
mysterious power
in which things
around us are put in order
we study ourselves
our kinsfolk, our neighbor
and every war and
revolutions and still look inner
as if words themselves
make us think even further
how we descended into
meaning, reaching farther
God totally have enunciated
something to the council, the danger
perhaps the way that in Babel
conducted their culture
like me, informally, learning
the link between past at future,
an unexplained lypophrenia
and some religious fervour
doeth whatsoever pleases
here and there
yet, hereto, heretofore
we claim we know His power
but power is less, power is more,
we gain to say evermore, beloved
evermore
we then come to link, to think,
we have it there,
like a broken wifi link
knowing how to love or be a lover
but how can tree shadows guide
us, when we picture the comforts
it thus provides (in shade spots),
where, in Japan (kokage), if 'tis not
just about our non-linear thoughts—
lovely, lovely! babylon, babylonia!
give me ataraxia!
don't be frantic, it is just
perhaps eleutheromania!
these love for words get us
coldly in deep, deep trouble,
because we'd often see clearly
but not every narrative bubble
it's not merely dibs or in our
turns of mind, or mentality
since then, the times of the ancients,
there's that already
[—logomachy]
