The hidden thrill of words
Is to bring some order to the world
Out of the murky sea of feelings
Dragging themselves still dripping
Up onto the rocky shore of what
We call thinking becoming
Our so-called speaking
In how many different mouths
Each word a tongue of fire
Or a kiss of the gods
If you think about all
Of the sculpting and shaping
They've done and still searching
For the right one
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