W O R D
The word of
raw matter
breaks out ...
Through
the disguise
velvety
throat,
instigate a
creative reaction
in the nebulae
of mind...
And by reflex
After emits a signal.
Without metaphor
allusion
run away from the ropes
of larynx
in the form of
audible sound
comes up
that we call,
word...!
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