The words that no one could find,
That everyone talked about,
Weren’t words as you might find them,
Not sounds as wavelengths or waves
As signs. They hid in letters,
The way small lives hide in large.
These were the words of meanings,
The ones that don’t need to be
Accessible or pre-made—
They weren’t really words at all,
More like alchemical tricks
That were barely there, then gone.
For something to mean something
It pays informational toll.
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