in the tightrope of language
linguists are solemn aerialists
where sentences follow switchbacks
hedged between a tapestry of fields
deadwood from previous centuries
is a mosaic of meanings syntaxed
like stitches on a crochet hook
she is a ventriloquist reciting all
thirteen stanzas by heart a kind
of troubadour of the circus ring
she spins her web of strong verbs
speaking words with double sense
a paradox in which language
simultaneously communicates
and thwarts communication
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