I wish the
words would come. I know they are there, in serpentine certainty, but all I
sense is beyond vocabulary. Words that are rings of rain in pools. Words that
lack any colour or contour. Words that crinkle like origami fire. Words that
sink with a ship at sea. Words that bend my brain forward. Words that load my
feet with everything ever. Words that blow open the entire orchestra. Words
that play tiggy. They fill the ribcage, press the surfaces, have no synonyms in
English. Words that technology tints with electricity. Words that go black as
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