... "we devalue" words as ideas "in a strange way"
exactly as thoughts use words to communicate
depth of perceptions as experience in time
exactly as words fail to offer or convey
visions of this world as some contrived description
albeit the words appear to commiserate
lukewarm sympathy at a service, the real crime
undermines our words when lacking in eloquence
even if fitting, emotions in transcription
weaken the vessel of language to portray love
only to rise up in revolt in a novel
remember that words like paint color without a glove
deliberately used as tools to bow down, grovel
submit while in fear before supreme eminence
as the illusion of depth lets us envision
sorrow in others, artifice makes beautiful
ingeniously formed phrases on the page, the face
decidedly makes all too real our decision
entering a pact with a cosmic bond to frame
aspects of the real as either unsuitable
simply lacking truth or deluded by our place
in this world, status identifies the unreal
nothing but ego as reflection in a game
as we chase ourselves through a horror of mirrors
suggest that these words themselves, so abstract, speak lies
truly, you are right, trust your gut, all these errors
really justify grandiloquence as false spies
as the beholder of beauty, aesthetics peel
not a banana but the idea of what's seen
given properties of majesty, poetry
ever so artful, lacks the epic gift to reach
words as a witness to events as they have been
argue as you wish, these words, as gibberish, see
yesterday as past, the present something to teach
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