Fortunately for us all things
Are in service to our minds
There's no other word for it
The only other word is love
Its activation and response
Here at the limits of abstraction
One way or another we're all
Watching one another's thoughts
Trying to figure one another out
It's not enough words carry meaning
They must become effective in themselves
And learn to work on us again
Just by being spoken
As when we were children
And believed everything they said
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