I want to cast great words like landscapes
rolling ‘r’s like hills and grass in the wind
sweeping hosts of mountains
high glaciers of clear expression and snow
tumbling off the tongue in avalanches of meaning
Tiny figures on the outskirts of the grand scenery
and the sky, the sky like endless blue
punctuated by wisps of white cloud
spread above in sheets
white on blue like black on white
mingling, intertwining in my head
in one huge knot, unresolvable
set free with one cutting word
with feelings too great to hold in any plain
language or covered with grass

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