As a language poet says we shall write
And speak from the area of ignorance.
We write from unknown and ineffable,
A darkness that arises from our sleep

A common sleep all through the ages
Of ignorance, our misunderstandings,
The flimsiness of inner language logic
Saying of nothing , leading to nothing.

As language poet says and we believe,
Inevitable language leads somewhere.
All things are alike, sublime or trivial
At the end of it we are wet in our eyes.


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