WORDS
'I am sending you nothing back with
him, for you already have my words -
boxes and crates and sheaves of them.
May my aim be true - to stop the bewitching
and keep you holy. Thou. Man should be magic.
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And these are not just ordinary words : for they
possess all the folds and valleys of the Moon, and
the heats of the distant Sun. I am an astronomer too.
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If language is made of love, it cannot come from labor.
In its self-identified Truth it comes from magic and play.
But you must first break the spell of the bewitchment
by which the words hold you fast, and live.
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Slave. Ogre. Doer. Deadman. Do not, instead.
Remove yourself from the action. Men sing out
their feelings long before they speak their thoughts.'
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