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First Line: I rise out of my depths with my language
Last Line: As the shower at a scissors grinder's wheel....
Subject(s): Language; Words; Vocabulary


I RISE out of my depths with my language.
You rise out of your depths with your language.

Two tongues from the depths,
Alike only as a yellow cat and a green parrot are alike,
Fling their staccato tantalizations
Into a wildcat jabber
Over a gossamer web of unanswerables.

The second and the third silence,
Even the hundredth silence,
Is better than no silence at all
(Maybe this is a jabber too -- are we at it again, you and I?)

I rise out of my depths with my language.
You rise out of your depths with your language.

One thing there is much of; the name men call it by is time; into this
gulf our syllabic pronunciamentos empty by the way rockets of fire
curve and are gone on the night sky; into this gulf the jabberings go
as the shower at a scissors grinder's wheel....






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