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Thursday, March 16, 2023

Word

Sound and type are blurred

And the meaning is absurd.


Because it is only one word,

We can ignore it with impunity;


To do so might be no pity.

And yet, the only of its kind,


Without it language would be blind.

I cannot easily say it;


To try would betray it.

I don’t mean as in reveal,


But to render it less real.

It lies in its tomb,


A yellowed volume.

Unearthed, it will bloom.