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GARBLE

I stutter
I garble
something

leaves my mouth
dies on the air
not quite mine

and now
millennia later
Jacques D
turns me
upside down
says I
should have
written it down
(focusing
     on metaphor,
eschewing rhyme)

and,
   following that cue exactly,
what was once there garbled
finds form
function structure even
as
  dances across the page

and now
    internalized, compartmentalized,
I live inside
a structure, penned in
by these
   four walls, a
structure of structures

infinitely layered, anything
but solid in
the old
classical sense

though it will
always surely appear so

story of
our entire take on everything
modus vivendi
with the Universe

fairy
   tale and fable
treatise, principia, tractatus,

tall
    and charming
tale alike
of what we are, always were,
never shalt be, how
we do and
where
we
    came from

stardust rotting
under burial soil

so hapless, helpless, truly
marvellous, utterly outstanding,

as yet again
    I garble as I try to
do it justice, go for balance
in expression

wrong and misconstrued
despite (because of) every
total global consensus

and here
      you have whispered it,
captured it
   sealed it in a nutshell
more perfectly than all that I
by very name
and definition
             could ever get
within
striking distance
          ever dying just short
of having achieved