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.