I'm almost there really. I'm so close
to what the object was in the beginning
that I can taste it. I am playing games
with those who came before, I find the tropes
as tools covered in dust in the garage.
I take them out to use them once again
in a new way; the shovel makes a sound
as instrument of music, with a hammer
I am able to say things to worms.
I hear what they had heard, it's like I'm finding
whatever it is they found again, discovering
method, program and project to employ
for rhetorical purpose. How is it
that I feel so alone in doing this?
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