THE TRADE-OFF

Words make the thoughts.

Severe tyrants, like the scrubbers
and guardians of your cells.

They herd your visions
down the ramp to nexus
waiting with sledge hammer
to knock what is the knowing
without knowing into knowledge.

Yes, the tight bag of grammar,
syntax, the clever sidestep
from babble, is a comfortable
prison.
 A mirror of the mirror.

And all that is uttered in its chains
is locked out from the secret.

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