September 26, 2013
Twitter and trill! A bird and a swirling tongued dancer cry and
not a difference is known. Let loose the strings of thought! I am
not yet a flier of wings.

Do not ask to fly! The words your feather and wax, unmeltable!
When the first speakers walked from the jungle their tongues
flapped an odyssey.

Do not tire! Speak on in rolling rhythms. To spiral in the air,
to tremble the lips of the letters and spin them off to create
and live and die!

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