THIS WORLD IS LIKE
ANOTHER LANGUAGE
And I can't speak a word, nor understand
the qualifications of whatever definition
of what the words are supposed to have.
I'm lost in a forest fire, fleeing flames
fleeter than me.
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If I knew what to say, maybe I'd say it;
composing definitions and phrases that
click, wondrous sub-clauses with dashes
and parentheses too. As it goes, alas, along
its way my own stupid tongue is tied and
silent. I can't move a thing, nor lift a finger
to rearrange the situation.
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If there's a fire on the moon, I'll take
it. Boasting of flames in a place where
there's no oxygen at all.
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