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Half inkling in the faltering,
Words sizzle incinerating,
Disdained from life's reckoning,
We wear clothes and smoke.
Sydney Graham halved his words,
Words that peopled his head,
I sink or swim with words,
Built out of language.

Too much thinking about thinking,
The situation quickly does my head in,
They are all being me.
The language leaps in bite size pieces.