When one language looks at another
Let's say Chinese and Lithuanian
To see what sounds it's come up with
For the same thoughts so each thing
Has hundreds of words in the world
Each word shaping the mouth it speaks
As a certain atmosphere of place
Conjures up its own articulation
The way wind shears rocks and
Water returns to a dry creek bed
Each word with its own language
Its unavoidable accent and sighs
So we are spoken as much as speak
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