The Life of Language (Paradox)

What are the implications

For making language lounge, thus

Placing its feet up on vacations

Too sleepy to discuss

Why it sees MY dreams when its eyes close 

I hope it never knows

That imagination and manipulation

Stunt it down in the ground so it grows

Beyond enprisonment

So we each can implement

Our slice of infinite incarnations I suppose.


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