“All I have is a voice
To undo the folded lie,
The romantic lie in the brain…”

Stephen Spender in poem September 1,1939

World is sentence I must parse
For sense, as syntactical whole.
It is my sentence ,a voice, a lie.

Lie to marry hope and despair
To talk about it to make  sense,
A romantic lie stays incomplete,

Before you find parts of speech,
Your sentence gets carried out.
Never know what fuck is about.