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Words
from: "Finding Them Lost" by Howard Moss:
"Thinking of words that would save him, slanting
Off in the air, some cracked, some bent;
Finding them lost, he started saying
Some other words he never meant."
Given the freedom to explain,
I'd grow voluble as air
and, dizzy, on verbal heights
I'd soar, engage in frilly flights
Of fact. And fancy you adore
elipsis, hyperbole,
precision, ambiguity,
and are enamored,
just as I, with words:
with consonant, with vow.
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