In words we are most rich by far.
That which they describe, they are.
Words may be comfort: soothing, soft.
They may direct us when we're lost.
Sometimes they can be more intense,
For exploration or defense.
Sometimes they're even cutting, hard,
Thrown our way, that they may harm.
These words I have by scads aren't new,
But what I have to spend, I do,
Perhaps in anger or in play,
Perhaps, I hope, in some new way.
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