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We make words that work
The Anglo-Saxon hoard
That was the dictionary
And all the other contributions from
All languages
Language cannot be its own end, I guess
Yet there are beautiful words
That are lost each day
Because the group has gone
Or, sad to say, been subsumed
Our words don’t come with protections
We could use all kinds
If it were a law to think before they’re uttered
Beyond the autonomic
Well, there’s not
We are not oppressors
Not all of us
Not yet
We can’t have a rule that says
Everything must be approved
We only have the inner voice
That speaks to fast for words
Because that’s how ir works
On the inside
So that with which to regulate is
Strapped with nervous speed
Adrenaline is good
And it’s hard
Speaking well is good,
Which is not about articulation
It’s about discretion
The better part
Of something
Unironically, if we could only pause
But I cannot make that happen
Nor would I want to
Yes, I would
But it would be so easy to hamfist it
To make a break with tension
A legality
Then we’d need freedom fighters for
Release from word-overlords
Whew,
Let’s simply take advice
Don’t kill the voice with alcohol
I know that doesn’t work
But listen for that voice that goes by too fast
Pull some seconds out
Stop in order to choose something better
Something good
Maybe wise
To say
C L Couch
By Man vyi – <span class=”int-own-work”>Self-photographed</span>, Public Domain, <a href=”https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=20208143″>Link</a>
Hauteville House – Victor Hugo’s copy of George Métivier’s Dictionnaire Franco-Normand
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